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    1. Afina 9 yrs ago

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9 yrs ago
Spotify has a unique sense of humor, let's see how this plays out.
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9 yrs ago
Time to decide if I keep writing this story or to stop, only time will tell.
9 yrs ago
Happy All Saints Day
9 yrs ago
Oh so done with today, time to sleep ~passes out on the keyboard~ djeicjdjsididjdk
9 yrs ago
If you knock on my door in costume and are over 15.. I will so give you candy, lol The older tue more I fork over, :p

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Now known as @Lady Amalthea

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@Dragoknighte@Horrid@Luminosity@knighthawk@Afina@Billsomething@Melkor@Penultimate_Pi@TheWizardLizard@Warrior In The Shadows@Goldeagle1221

Morning everyone,

Seems we may have run into a bit of a "conundrum," so before it continues I think it would be best if it was addressed. Before I begin, let me start of by saying this isn't directed at one person in particular. (If it was I would have just pm'ed you) - Instead this is directed at everyone. (Including myself)

1) Unless we are in post rotation or you are waiting on a specific answer to a specific question from a specific character - do not worry about holding posts.

2) Even if your post will be short, it is okay to post it.

3) Posts do not have to be 4-5,000 paragraphs long. This is casual.

4) Posts can be 10,000 paragraphs long. I do love a long read.

5) Don't let one person's long posts deter you from making shorter posts.

6) To keep life in an rp, I would much rather see 2-3 shorter banter posts between characters every day than 1 long post every day or two. It keeps the flow more natural and gives a better over all feel.

7) If you know someone is waiting on your post, don't be a dick and hold your post.

8) Real life happens, we all know that BUT when you join an rp you are signing an unspoken contract to be respectful of those in the rp, this includes their time. Don't be a jerk and barely post in one rp and then go and join more rps that will make your posting even less frequent. It's rude.

9) It isn't my job to tell you what to post, if I wanted that I would go back to writing short stories.

10) Don't be a jerk to the Gm - aka me - I may be on the forum a lot but that is only cause I multitask like a boss. It takes a lot to run an rp. I run my own business, take care of a house, three kids - among other things. I dedicate my time and effort to keep things moving, providing an rp, working out scenarios, adding in players subplots, story lines, fights, trying to keep posts flowing for faster posters but keeping story line at a reasonable pace for slower posters, etc. Please, show some respect for that.

11) It is your job as an rper to get your character to interact with others. Rp is 10% fights, 25% what the gm provides, and the rest what you pull out of your own butt.

12) There is always something to post, characters are around you, post observations, what your character thinks of things they see, etc. Heck if your character is bored - day dream, dance, sing, fart, I don't care. Let out a belch that echos through the cave like a call from God. Show us what makes your character a character.

13) Read - Rp, as one of my dearest Rp partners states, stands for Read, then, Post. If you need, take notes. I do. I see a post that includes a conversation, a scar, an amused look - these are all fodder I can exploit for my character to react to. Have fun with it.

14) Not all characters are liked at all times, deal with it. We may be on a noble mission but no one gets along with everyone all of the time. It's impossible to get 100% of the people to like you 100% of the time but you can easily tick everyone off - if you can do it! Lol Have fun with the tension.

15) Not every post you make will be poetry, sometimes it is just crap on a page. Don't let that keep you from posting. We all have to evacuate our mental bowels from time to time, just let it flow.

That about covers it, I think, it's early and I am only on my first cup of coffee. I may rant more later but right now I am tired of typing ooc and want to get back to ic. See you in rp.

Afie~

Oh one more thing - I don't care if this ooc ticks you off, or makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. So don't bother pming me with a rant saying I stepped over a line - Second rule in the original ooc is "Gm is god" - I have spoken.
@Blackmist16 Perhaps, would need to see a CS to make sure. There is a blank cs listed in the original ooc post as well as the rules for the rp.

@Dragoknighte I or Wits will answer questions pertaining to the rp as Gm and Co-Gm. No one else.
No worries, ^^
The rain continued to fall around them and the chill in the air threatened to cut to the bone but standing there against Hugh, his arms encircling her helped to ward off the cold. She waited for him to say something, anything; to scream, cry, whisper, it didn't matter. The silence was deafening; ringing through her heart as if it was a thousand confirmations that she was truly now what she had been trying to avoid ever since that day so long ago.

Steeling her features she kept as silent about the ache in her chest as he had been to her words. There was nothing more she could say at this point without turning into the volatile archer she was known to be in times of distress. Though she had seen numerous times a look of pride in Hughs features when she would blow up at someone, she doubted he would acquire such a look if it was directed towards him. She had voiced her fears and now been met with silence. She could not know what went through his mind, so she had no way to know what he was attempting and right then, after everything, she was too tired and in far too much pain to want to continue.

Leaning back and listening to what he had to say about Ariana she nodded and a small smile broke over her features; the smile was true but it was evident by the chill in her eyes there was something much deeper going on. Taking a breath and glancing up towards the heavens the storm seemed to begin to break.

"The storm is dying," she said as she reached up with both hands and smoothed her dripping hair back and down her neck. Stepping back over to Hugh, she rested her hand on his chest and gazed up to his eyes.

"We should take shelter and dry off," she said quietly before brushing past him and wandering down the path and towards the cave, her hand gripping her shirt above the corset. She was glad for the rain as a few tears pushed through the emotional wall she was creating to protect herself.

Sana drew a deep breath as she entered the cave and stepped over to Epona; glad her horse had enough sense to come out of the rain. Pulling the tie to her cloak she let it fall into a soggy heap at her feet before digging out some dry clothing she could wear until morning and setting it on Eponas saddle. Stepping around her horse so that she would only be seen from the thighs down and the shoulders up she began to peel the clothing that clung to her from her form; launching each piece over her horse and onto her cloak that lay on the ground.

After a few minutes she emerged dressed, if one could call it that. Her bare feet fell onto the clovered floor of the cave. She had what looked to be a dark linen scarf of sorts wrapped around her breasts and tied in the back. Around her waist she had a matching piece of linen wrapped around her hips like a sarong. It wasn't much but it covered intimate areas and that fabric was easy enough to pack away when not in use and took up very little space in her pack.

Reaching down she began to pick up each piece of clothing she had discarded and wrung as much water out of them as she could. Standing there the full damage of her injuries from the previous day could be seen. The burn that had peeked through up her neck was not just there but ran the full length of her neck, covering one full side of it. From there it extended down her chest to the top of where her corset usually rested, running down the center of her breast plate, over her chest, under her arm and stretched to the center of her back. It flowed up her shoulder and completely wrapped around one arm, ending at her elbow. It the burn wasn't bad enough, there were clear puncture marks on the same shoulder from the fangs of the dog that had attacked her as well as a nasty set of bite marks on the back of one calf.

Sighing to herself she began to toss the clothing over her good shoulder before walking over to the wall of the cave, it a jagged rock face with plenty of holds. A quick rush of breath passed her lips before she place s a bare foot on the wall and began to ascend up the wall quickly until she was able to grab a low hanging root and seat herself on it. Thankfully due to the way she had wrapped the sarong like skirt she was able to maintain her modesty as she climbed.

Taking a few minutes she hung her clothing up from various roots around her before looking down at the group. "So, any one else want their shit hung up to dry before I jump down?" she asked as she looked at them.
This rp is still going strong after more than a month and is now accepting 2 New active rpers. (By active, posts at least once a day pending problems)

Cinder Sickness
@Dragoknighte@Horrid@Luminosity@knighthawk@Afina@Billsomething@Melkor@Penultimate_Pi@TheWizardLizard@Warrior In The Shadows@Goldeagle1221

Okay, I have opened the rp to accept new Rpers into our band. So if anyone knows some actives that would like to join, point them my way. Gonna try to freshen this up rp some. (Also, will most likely be opening this rp to active veterans in this rp to run a secondary character if they wish. If you would like to, shoot me a pm with your cs for me to go over)
@Goldeagle1221@Horrid@Melkor@Warrior in the Shadows@TheWizardLizard@Noxious

Sadly, going to close this off due to lack of posting. Waiting weeks for people to post in casual seems a bit silly. Will start this again, with a revamp, at a later date. Thank you to all that participated, hope to see you in rp again.
@Dragoknighte@Horrid@Luminosity@knighthawk@Afina@Billsomething@Melkor@Penultimate_Pi@TheWizardLizard@Warrior In The Shadows@Goldeagle1221

Okay, the majority of the group is now at the cave, storm is still raging on. Will push forward to the next day in the rp tomorrow night or Tuesday morning. (Unless fast posting happens today to take care of a few things) Group will break up once again come morning in the rp.

The rain poured down around them, the only break from the squall was the canopy above them as the storm continued; the thunder rolling through the trees as the ground shook when lightning would strike off in the distance. Sana stood there, frozen in place as she looked at Hugh, more afraid of what he would say and how he would react to her words than anything the heavens could throw at her right then. Droplets of water rolling down her features, clinging to her lashes and lips as she slowly pulled her hand back from his cheek. What she had said had not been kind, nor had it been cruel. It was simply her voicing what had been fighting within her for so long, a pain she had lived with since she learned of his past. When she had originally she was taken back, but he had helped with that fear then a little and she had decided to see what would happen over time.

It seemed like an eternity passed before he finally spoke and she was not sure what to think about the expressions that had crossed his face. Worry was plastered on her features as she stood there, shivering not from the cold but from anticipation. As he spoke the worry faded and a small smile broke across her lips; though not all the worry was gone from her eyes. It was still clear that even with what he had said she was still very concerned. She wished his words bought her peace and quelled all her fears but she knew that would not happen, not in one small conversation, perhaps never. She was not sure. There was still so much she was worried about and she would give anything to just have it fade away but with everything else going on and what had happened it seemed to be plaguing her like a sickness there may be no cure for. Sighing deeply she lowered her head, feeling horrible as the knot returned to the pit of her stomach. She felt so guilty for feeling the way she did.

“I wish I didn’t feel this fear,” she whispered as she gripped her midsection, her fingers clenching to the laces of her corset. “And what you said… It does help but I am still so terrified that you are still living in the past at times,” she said as her eyes trailed up his form and met his own. “Your flashbacks, I know they are not something you can help. You have had them longer than I may ever know and for all I know you will have them until the day you die. It is something that can’t be helped,” she said in a soft voice filled with sympathy.

“But every time you have one I feel like I am fighting with the past; fighting with a memory stealing you away from me. Battling ghosts to pull you back to me. It hurts to see you in such pain when they come and it hurts to think I may have to fight with that until the day I die,” she admitted remorsefully.

“Not that I wouldn’t. I am willing to spend a life time healing you no matter the pain it causes me,” she said with a sad smile on her lips as she reached out and placed her hand against his chest. “You’re worth any tears that fall, any pain but you have to know that it does hurt. It hurts like hell to know part of you is still in the past, even for a moment here and there. I don’t know, perhaps I will forever live in the shadow of your past. I hope not,” she said gently as she leaned forward and rested against him, one hand slipping around to his back.

“You have all of me, it just frightens me to think that I will never have all of you,” she whispered as she closed her eyes. “I know you cannot help that but please know that with as much as you cannot help it, I cannot help that it hurts.’

She hoped he would understand her fears. She felt that perhaps she may never be a replacement that she was a bandage trying to tend to the wounds of his past. Him mentioning Ariana did not help, her mind floating back to what she had learned back at the inn. Sighing she looked up at him, it was something he needed to know.

“As far as Ariana goes, she will never be a daughter, to either of us,” Sana said as she gazed into his eyes, the rain that clung to her lashes falling and streaming down her cheeks. “She is already a Rawn, a cousin perhaps or perhaps even my niece,” she said before stepping back and taking a moment to explain what had happened at breakfast while he was upstairs getting ready. About the talk she had had with Ariana, about the song, all of it. “I will no more subject her to look at us as parents than you would to ask me to replace your lost life. I will take care of her as family but never as a mother. I couldn’t do that to her.”
@Little_ninja No worries, just let me know when things calm down and I will work you in. Thanks for the heads up. ^^
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