Reawakening from a very long hiatus, I'm back at the guild seeking long term partners to create rich and wonderful story lines. Without further ado, humor my several expectations.
1. Though I will not mandate a post a day, I do expect activity every few days or so. I do have a life outside the guild, and I suppose you do as well. As such, I always prioritize real life above all else. However, if I notice inactivity for more than a week, I will declare our roleplay dead unless you tell me otherwise.
2. I'm looking for an advance writer. Let me clarify my understanding of advance. It isn't based on how lengthy your posts are, but more so focusing on content and character description. I'd prefer reading a concise post boasting character development and rich detail versus longer posts with 'filler' details.
3. Expounding on the previous expectation, my post length usually ranges from 800 - 1200 words. Sometimes I go higher or lower than that range depending on the situation and how inspired I feel. Though I keep a very open policy on my partner's replies, I'd prefer someone who can stay within my range. I don't mean to sound pretentious, but for me to stay interested, I need a partner who can match what I put out.
4. I will ask for a writing sample. I do this not in the spirit of being an elitist or a prick, but I would like to see what I'll be working with. If I find that I may not be able to work with your style of writing, I will kindly let you know. I'm selective because I will be devoting a large portion of my time expanding upon the ideas listed below.
5. Please be okay with managing a host of minor characters. Stories, except for a rare few, are rather dull with just two main characters and fleeting NPCs. This will require the both of us to create minors and play them as if they were our mains. This, in my opinion, will lead to a richer story, which I hope will keep us both invested.
6. I'm not too picking when it comes to gender preference. If one wants to be a male, I shall take the opposite gender. Vice versa also holds true.
7. Threads are my preferred; however, I can happily accommodate almost all preferences. The one thing I will not do is email. When I roleplay, I prefer to keep it on site. OOC chatter is a different matter. I enjoy talking to my partners, which consequently means I promote OOC chatter. It isn't a must for me, but I think OOC makes things a tad bit more fun. Instant messaging or PMs would be the preferred medium for OOC chatter.
8. Please, please, please have fun. Want something to happen? As long as it's realistically possible within the context of the story, do it. I love partners who have initiative and thoughts of their own, which leads me to my point of the importance of mutual contribution. I want someone who can create and explore with me instead of just going along for the ride.
Leanne sucked in air as she tumbled through the burning streets. It all had begun so suddenly that she hadn’t known what was happening until a Guardsmen had informed her. Earlier that day she had been helping her father on the farm where her family was responsible for the fresh milk that the city of Miata bought from them. As her eyes searched the fires, however, it seemed unreal how quickly everything could change.
Her feet slapped against the destroyed stone pathways. Buildings crumbled as many more were enveloped within the crimson fire’s hot embrace. It was only tales that she heard from local seers that spoke of such things. They spoke of great demons that would befall the world if the Old Teachings were disgraced; they preached and warned of the punishment greed would bring; they even spoke of the Seven, though the gods held them in careful care, would one day draw towards those that sought the great taboos.
Leanne threw her hands before her face as embers burst through the wooden door of a house to the left. It was all so sudden. She could hear the screams and wails of the wounded and the frightened. Somewhere amongst these voices came the feigned bravery of the guards who were trying to move the towns folk to safety; however, she couldn’t go just yet. She had to find her family.
As she ran through the streets, she saw panicked faces of the fleeing as they scurried away from the direction she was headed. Her mother had told her earlier that she was going to pick up some things from the market square. It was the market square that was pitched within the ever looming shade of the flames.
As she covered her nose to prevent the smoke from entering, she saw a guard stumble her way with another limping at his side. “Are you blind girl? Turn back! There’s nothing back there but death!”
Her mouth grew taut as she tried to shrug off the guards words. “My mother ... I’m looking for my mother.”
The guard shook his head. “We saw nothing but corpses.” His friend yelped as his torn leg buckled. “There’s no time to debate it here, we must leave. Now!”
Leanne shook her head as she sidestepped the guards and ran down the alley. She heard them yell, but it was to no avail. She would not believe their words. As she came towards the entrance of the square, her eyes grew wide as she saw the things for the first time. There, amidst the fallen, stood human-like creatures with large scythe-like things for arms. They turned toward her with vacant eyes as they shambled quickly towards her.
She screamed at her limbs to move, but fear turned her into stone. When the things were almost upon her, she saw movement to her side as a spear thrust towards the attackers. The nearest shrieked as it stumbled back. Black ooze came from its burnt skin as its kin hissed at the recently arrived guard.
“Come on!” The guard which she had recently encountered grabbed her arm and pulled her into a sprint. Her heart thundered in her ears as her bravery to find her mother was shattered from the gruesome creatures sight. “I told you. Nothing but death lives within the square!”
She was silent for the majority of their flight as they soon neared the Eastern gate, the direct opposite of where her family’s farm resided.
Sighting a heavier concentration of guards, her mind relaxed though her thoughts were thrown into turmoil. She had wanted to break free of her savior and run back towards the square; however, she didn’t at the same time. When they almost reached their destination, a loud shriek pierced the sky as the force from the shrill sound washed her off her feet as if she were slipping on Father Winter’s frozen tears.
Her head throbbed with a sudden headache as she looked up. Before her stood a disfigured rendition of a Vulture. It’s body was not covered in feathers but skeletons and scales. It’s black beak was strewn with its recent feedings as it gazed hungrily upon her. A moment later, its dark wings fanned out as it swooped to where she lay.
She heard the panicked shout of the guard beside her as she heard the rattle of the spear, but somehow she knew the flimsy wooden pole with a sharp iron point wouldn’t stop this being. She stared into its eyes as she saw that death stood before her ready to take her across the dark river.
As she closed her eyes to the world, with thundering footsteps of the other guards rushing towards her, the yelling man beside her, she wasn’t ready to die but knew that her time had arrived.
Suddenly, energy, electric and vitalizing, pulsed through her veins as she eyelids snapped open. Her eyes glowed a violent brown as a great white barrier slammed into the creature. A voice called out:
A boon we give thee
to correct our mistake,
you shall undertake.
With the Seven sitting in the seat of power,
awaken and take our blessing.
Travel to where the light of hope is dim,
brave uncertainty as you fight the battle within.
To seal those that have long since been laid to rest,
to silence the despairing soul of the Mad King,
We give this charge to thee.
Before she could comprehend what she was hearing, the barrier pulsed with brilliant energy as the Vulture disintegrated. She slumped to her knees as the strength left her. Strong hands gripped her as she was led to the gate as the proceedings moved in a haze.
“By the gods, did you see that?” said a guard in awe. “That was magic wasn’t it? A blessing form the gods!”
Another chimed in. “Did she do it? Gods, look at her eyes.”
“Are ... are they glowing? Like the demons?”
A new voice entered the fray as an older voice rasped with decades of life. “She must go to the Grand Cathedral at once.” Her eyes remained as she felt her slow walk come to a halt. “Make room on a cart; we shall depart immediately.”
“Hold old man,” said a guard. “We’ve many to carry away. She will be led away in time.”
The Old man shook his head. “Foolish man. The woman you carry is of the Dozen that gods have blessed. She will save us all.” Before they could broker any more argument the man said again. “A cart. We must depart immediately.”
With nothing left to say, Leanne was placed on a wooden cart as the older man climbed into the drivers as he snapped the reins for the horses to move. He took a glance behind as his unseen eyes from under his dark green cowl. “Welcome Leanne. We, the servants of the gods, have waited for you for a long time.”
Leanne strolled within the Grand Cathedral’s hallway. Several years had passed since her flight from Miata. Various keepers and Cathedral Paladins clad in silver polished heavy plate armor lined the sides. Underneath their helm, their eyes were ever watchful for signs of the tainted or mischiefs who dare desecrate the Cathedral’s grounds.
She felt dirty compared to these warriors. She was dressed in the red cloak with a green of the Astraean Empire. Light plate armor wrapped around her shoulders and chest while greaves were strapped onto her legs. There were much more protective styles that the Empire provided, but she had chosen to stay light instead of being dragged down by the heavier armors weight. Though her Captain did not like it, she kept her blonde hair long as it fell just above her shoulders.
Earlier this month, she had been summoned away from the United Front that resisted the tide of the demons onslaught. Temporarily at least. Each day that the conflict dragged on, more and more of their numbers had been lost while the demons numbers had all but grown. They couldn’t win a war of attrition. Another solution was needed if they were to survive the year.
She stopped before the grand doors of the Seer Council as she regarded the twin Paladins that stood to either side holding tightly to their spears. Where are regular person would see but their appearance, Leanne could see them in two ways. She saw how anyone saw normally but could switch and see nothing but their life energy. This was what allowed her to combat the monsters on the Front with brutal efficiency. Her blessed sight allowed her to strike at what the demons protected dearly.
When a demon fell in combat, they’d fade back into the spirit world where they’d come from. There they would recuperate only to reappear again. It was potentially possible to fight the same demon over and over; however, if one were to strike at its Demon Soul, the monster would be forever silenced, for nothing would recuperate or return. From her experience that was the only way a Demon could die.
She gazed at the Paladins as she too could see their beating hearts fluctuate in a sea of crimson vapor. It was beautiful and horrid at the same time. The crimson stuck out from the sea of white that told her that they were human.
She cleared her throat. “The Seer Council has asked for me.”
“We are aware,” said the Paladin to the right. “Kindly wait here until you’ve been summoned.”
Leanne nodded as she stood to the side against the cool stone wall. Whatever they wanted to see her for, she hoped it’d be quick, for she dreaded every second she wasn’t at the front. She still had an insatiable anger for the tainted beings that robbed her of her old life. She also wished the Seers would have something new to tell her.
Maybe a way to end this madness. She entertained the thought as she laughed quietly to herself. “We’ll just have to see I suppose.”
If you made it here, I applaud you. With the boring expectations out of the way, please enjoy the plots below. I will be accepting only one person per idea, and I'll update this thread regularly with more story lines and such. Either respond here or PM me. Either way, I will get back to you.
Blood on Thy Hands - War Drama, Dark, Steampunk
Who are they? They who believe they know our suffering? We who once willed the death of the strongest of leaders, the most elusive of criminals, and those who believed they were beyond mortal feel? Who are they who claim to understand suffering? We, who have casted away lives of old, who flourish amongst phantoms. We who have forsook identities to become anonymous and blend within all? We who have fond brothers who have underwent the same trials and created something stronger than petty family? Who are they to understand our plight? Let them stand before us, vaporless phantoms of the night.
Brother Caldarus Effienger
Year 23 of the Dragon
The Great War rages on the bloodied continent of Europa. While Britain lies on the eve of collapse, token resistance resisting in Western Europa, and the Russian Federation steeling its borders, the German Imperium stands uncontested as its great army rolls over the conquered. The Imperial Navy fills the sky as its airships litters the clouds and blocks out the sun while the war machine shakes the ground with its boots while the heavy treads of steam tanks lumber along. With the establishment of fortress Europa, the Imperium is ready, under the strong leadership of the Fuhrer, to expand across the Atlantic. The Fuhrer's dream of Aryan supremacy is near. With the fall of America and Russia, the world would belong the Imperium.
This storyline draws heavy influence from the events of World War II. The differing elements will be the fall of Europe, invasion of America, and placed within a steampunk civilization. One of the characters I had in mind for this pairing was an Imperial Zero, an assassin answering only to their respective Marshall and the Fuhrer himself. Said character would be heavily involved with the invasion of America, for the Zero's would be tasked with eliminating and disrupting American military chain of command and fronts.
I figured it'd be interesting to see said Zero interact with a resistance fighter of some type who is able to turn him away from his oath to the Fuhrer and go against his comrades. Though I've planned for most events to take place in America, we can certainly talk about doing something Europe based, if the desire for Europe is mutual. Anyways, I hope I can find somebody to do this with me, for I'm dying to expand upon this idea ^^!
Eden's Hubris - Dystopia, Futuristic, Moral-Confliction
They’ve taken everyone! You understand? Everyone. Andria from the 800 block is gone, Andrew from the 600 block is gone. Everyone! While Eden takes everyone in the name of the Golden Age? What Golden Age do you see elder? While we sit, hide our gift, our curse, we could be saving them. Have you even been beyond this place? This underground rubble? We belong on the surface; we belong in that cathedral high above where Eden resides. If you cannot act, then I will on our kinds behalf. I will be the sword that tears them from the sky.
Joseph AdantisThis story line will be set in futuristic period where a global ceasefire has been achieved. What has resulted from this act was the new government, House of Eden. Initially, this group set out to create the perfect utopia. The Golden Age depicted by texts of the Roman Empire were their inspiration. While the intentions were noble, there was a single flaw Eden overlooked. Where mankind led, corruption from personal gain and want never ceases.
When murmurs of discontent became more prominent, Eden broke a tenet that they themselves put into action. The altercation of ones memories. Sentinels, the supposed protectors of the citizens of Eden were arrested, as they were brought to the newly established memory processing centers. From here, Eden was able to wipe memories and implant new ones at will. However, as efficient as the process is, the wiped must be given doses of a neural-toxin that represses their memories. It was through this way of control and power that Eden sought to create their utopia. People free of freewill, total and absolute obedience, and a newly created caste system. This was Eden’s belief of the first step to humanity’s paradise.
However, this doesn’t go unnoticed, as a resistance group forms to resist Eden’s new approach. Within this group are a number of individuals who were born with a rare ability that can bring Eden to ruins. These individuals can create fake memories and remove any without the need for the toxin or equipment. These Seekers are the key to a freedom that has been taken away. Will new tyrants emerge or will humanity become one step closer to that promised Golden Age?
Within this story line, I was taken with a Seeker finding a wipe victim as he or she tries to restore the victim's lost memories. Eventually the two would rejoin the effort to remove Eden from power. This is open to change, for this is only an initial idea.
Sins of Our Dear Father - Medieval, Supernatural, Morality
In the far distant lands of Demacia, a Kingdom which prospered with the most advanced civilization in the known world, vast knowledge in the arcane arts, and with riches that gave way to jealously from bordering nations, a King demanded his mages to find the key to immortality. During his reign, his mind wa clouded with materials and power that he dare not give up. King Ramanastre sought the ultimate taboo that the Teachings denounced as the Forbidden Knowledge, for whomever sought the temptations of immortality would call upon such terrible tidings that generations would feel the violent force of the Teachings.
The warning was forgotten as the Royal Circle of Mages toiled to find the answer, for their reward was also immortality. The Forbidden Knowledge gave way to the practice of Dark and Blood magic alike. Subjects were stolen from their families only never to be seen again, urchins from the streets were missing from their hiding places, and even whores were taken from the streets and were soon forgotten only to be replaced by others.
The Old Gods watched with despair as they watched King Ramanastre from their Grand Cathedral within the Heavens. Signs were sent to dissuade the King, but the seers, their vessels, were killed, for their news pleased not the ears of the ruler who hungered for what no mortal was allowed. At last, the Gods looked away as they let loose their servants, the Fellous, or in mortal terms, the Souls of Demons.
Demacia was the first to burn as citizens were killed in the streets, soldiers fighting only to be torn into puddles of flesh, and the great cities of Demacia reduced to nothing but rubble. Ramanastre, distraught over the events, pleaded to the Gods for forgiveness. His cries were heard, but his greed remain true and strong. The Gods persisted.
Soon enough the scourge spread beyond the borders of Demacia and into her neighboring nations. The Gods intervened to halt the Fellous' advance, but, within their carelessness, they had released the three Arch Demons, Gods that had rebelled only to be defeated in the past. The Demons, with their surprise, fought the Old Gods and reseated them and vanquished them towards the prison of Taranos where they had lurked for many years.
Securing their power the three, Gywans, Pestila, and Gallulanos took towards the mortal world and appeared before the King and his mages and consumed them to take their form for convenience. Gywans, the original Father of the three halted before Ramanastre. Because of this King, so full of Hubris and desire, made it possible for them to return, immorality as a slave to the three to forever suffer and be their puppet was granted to him. King Ramanastre now stands within the Grand Cathedral of Demacia killing all who enter. As he stands guard, his turmoil, intentionally so, never wavers as the fault of such destruction lays with him. The Mad King who brought death through his insatiable greed.
In the ensuing months, the armies of every Kingdom united into one to halt the advance of the unholy beasts. However, their rampage lays unsalted while many sons, fathers, and even daughters fall in the battlefield amongst the rotting dead or within the bellies of the demons that they fight.
The Old Gods that now dwelled in Taranos wept for their mortal children. With the last of their essence, they gave rise to a pair of souls whom would inherit their strength and rival the Fellous and the three. With what little power they had, visions were sent to whatever seers they could find from within their prison. The two were to be sought out, raised in the burning flames of war, and save what little of humanity was left. With this, the Old Gods hoped that these two could correct what they couldn't. With the chosen rests the hopes of the death of the three demons, and, without hesitance, King Ramanastre.
Taking place in a Medieval setting, this story line will require a tremendous amount of minor character manipulation and commitment to character development to make this successful. From the preface, we'd be playing the two who were given the blessing of the gods. With the blessing, the two are granted a strong resilience to the demon's corruption, which turns normal men insane. They are also gifted with a single prowess, a unique skill bestowed onto them. With this skill, I'm not too picky with what's chosen. However, I do ask that it doesn't overpower and risk god modding. Every weapon has a weakness - even those coming from a god.
Blood Meridian - Modern, Pandemic Apocalypse, Adventure
Listen. No! Don’t talk; just listen. When you wake up—
*Sounds of struggling*
You won’t remember a thing. The world will be completely different from how you remember it. Civilization? Shit, that’s going to hell after this. Nothing can prepare you for when you wake up. I can’t talk long. They’re coming. This is all I can do for you. You’ll be safe in this room until the worst is over. You’ll wake in four days, got it? Four days. I’ve left a bag in the corner with the room key. I’m locking it from the outside. The necessities are in the bag. You’ll need to forage for the rest. You haven’t forgotten Iraq, right?
Shit, I got to go. One last thing. When you go outside, everything will be different. Trust no one and stay the hell away from the cities. They're death traps. Go to dad's. I've left some things for you there. I'll find you … good luck little brother.
This is a pandemic-apocalyptic, survival story line set within modern day America. With a new medication gone bad, a government funded serum has begun to turn people into hemorrhaging, rage-filled individuals, which spread through bodily fluids and direct bites. In hopes to contain the threat, tactical nuclear devices were deployed all over the world to sanitize the outbreak. Though it worked for a time, the bombs couldn’t stop pockets of the infected from escaping the blast zone. Before the United States could mount a successful quarantine, the infected had spread beyond containment, and the danger of fresh radiation had entered the soaring list of biohazards. Soon enough, the serum somehow went airborne, and the world caught the infection.
For this, I imagined starting near the beginning of the outbreak. The individual from the preface would wake up in a maximum security prison where his brother, a high ranking military officer, deemed it safest to keep him. Upon first contact with the outside world four days later, he or she could stumble upon another survivor as the two become refugees and try to find sanctuary.
As time passes, the individual who woke up would begin to remember the encounter with his brother and believes he holds the answer to a cure. Soon, the two would embark on a journey, which reveals a larger meaning to the outbreak and how its release was no accident.
I am absolutely craving this story. If anyone is interested in this, please PM me!
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