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Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

Anyone up for collabs?

Dragon's Mask

@Mokley How's the response coming?

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Rughoi grimaced, and reluctantly stayed his hand. Arrogance of a dracon! This farmer has been inside the city for nigh on fifteen minutes and already seems to think he could make a better ruler! "What would you know about messes!? What would you know about cities!? I suppose you're here to reestablish the Mitronians to the Traeton throne, because they were such wise administrators!? Go on then, if your immeasurable genius is here to lock my city back into its chains so your grass grows a little greener, then just get it over with." Rughoi tossed his shield on the ground beside him, and returned his sword to his sheathe. "You, no doubt, are here to assassinate me. And when you do, the Mitron prince will spend another thousand of the people's taxes on a lavish parade for you at the top of the city walls." He slumped down on the chair, glaring daggers at Akydon. "Get out of my city. I have created a sanctuary for my people, an escape from the hardships of dracon oppression. I will give you a whole day to see my empire as I have created it. Some taverns and inns haven't been hit by catapult fire. Go, then. Enjoy a night of kobold hospitality. It will be more than the dracons have ever given us. In fact, I know a good one on the palace street, at the end of the corner. Lovely owner, frequented by my own dracon regiments. Because the three gods know nobody in the city wants you here." He looked past the intruder, at his imperial guardsmen. They were dwarfed, yet they stood defiant against this massive invader. They have had the honor of being the few able to kill dracons in open combat, and by the looks on their snouts, they were not afraid to lay down their lives for their ideals.

The Seven Vices of Vicaria [Casual RP] [Mature Content]

Salim flinched at the mention of his failing. The roar of the bloodthirsty crowd deafened him, and he shuffled nervously in his place. The rope dug itself into his neck, somehow wrought painfully tight even for him. He was out one night, with a few elder monks in the tavern. They had run short on coin, and were already very deep in debt to the Vicaria City Mafia, so Salim, in his sleep addled brain, deduced that the church must have plenty of cash reserves in it's lower vaults. This, combined with the fact that any priest had access to the lower vaults, led Salim to the inevitable conclusion that the church was being weighed down by all those heavy metals and the best show of piety would be to relief the coffers of such burdens.

"Wait, my sir," he whispered to the executioner, just before his outstretched hand was about to reach the lever, sending all of them to an airless death. The next part of the plan is dependent upon the executioner being more corrupt than the preacher appeared to be. "Do you like being wealthy?" There was no response, but the hand did slowly retract from the lever. This was a good start. Salim looked over at the priest, who was being distracted by the man on the far right. Hearing no response from either the executioner or the preacher, he continued. "I have friends in very high places. Simply by not killing me, thus sparing you work, I will consequently owe you, and I always pay in untraceable cash. Interesting, yes?" Having said his part, Salim waited with bated breath for the executioner's response.

Dragon's Mask

Riley turned her gaze from the little cat to the buttons he was referring to. They were all strange, intricate patterns, like nothing she had ever seen before. Obviously a classic riddle, befitting of a fairy as devious as Howl. Her hands absentmindedly went behind her head, and she began working her hair into a braid. What do the symbols do? Whatever their meaning, she felt she had to make a decision quickly. This brought to her mind a small memory of home. Mum wanted to move house, to the midlands, but Da fretted with numbers until the home they had picked up was bought by someone else. Riley remembered Mum having a large argument with Da, using long words like 'indecisive' or 'tentative', as well as a great many words she said later not to repeat. Riley most certainly didn't want to imitate that behaviour, so she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and pressed one of the buttons at random. It turned out to be the one on the far right.

Dragon's Mask

*Dun dun duuuunnnnnn* IT'S ALIVE!

Magic RP (Open to new players)

"What are you- Hey! You can't do- Your under arrest- Rrrgh," said the scout, as the dracon ran past him and began charging towards the city. His Might will have the heads of the entire platoon if nobody stops him. In desperation, the scout grabbed an arrow and loosed it at the retreating figure. It fell short.
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Krakas clutched her head, feeling another wave of nausea sweep over her. Ever since she had a child born of magic, the art made her feel sick. Teleporting was no exception. She curled up on the ground, not caring if anyone thought less of her for it, feeling as if she were experiencing all the pains of her whole pregnancy squeezed into that one minute.
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"Hold. I can't just let anyone enter the palace," said the guard at the door. Ardasa sighed.

"I'll tell you again what I said before. I am Ardasa, daughter of Qorod, of the Earthen Bears. Please, you must remember that name, right?" she pleaded. Unfortunately, the guard must have changed shift while she was away and he didn't appear to recognize her. So she resigned herself to the desperate last option she hoped she would never have to rely on. "Also, betrothed to the emperor." This sparked a reaction from the guard. He fell to his knees, and opened the door in haste, muttering apologies as he did so. Ardasa allowed herself a smile at that. She must remember to abuse this power.
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Rughoi jumped up from his chair. Quickly, he grabbed a knife from off the table and threw it at his foe, and ran over to his bed, where he kept a sword. It was large enough to be wielded in two hands for most kobolds, but it fit him just fine with one. He drew it with a hiss, and tore a shield from the wall nearest to him. It was an old ceremonial shield, a medium shield fit for a dracon, but for Rughoi it would work well enough as a tower shield, which most kobolds fought with. "Well?" he said to his guards. "Accost this intruder."

Magic RP (Open to new players)

@Aristocles Aye. That would be more than appreciated. Thank you very much.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

@Aristocles Rughoi is pretty godlike to his own followers as well. He even uses an honorary title from ancient folklore. So yeah, he's got a severe cult of personality.

Yay, good to see players stick around.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Well first, you mentioned four kobolds escorting Akydon, when I mentioned in a previous post that all of them decided to retreat to the city, leaving only one. Second, The moment the wall patrol catches eye of an unsanctioned dracon, they would feather him with arrows. That's not mentioning the 5000 humans at the gate, or the imperial guard, some of which are dracon. Akydon simply won't be able to walk into the palace like that. Third, the remaining kobold is trying to get Akydon to simply go away. I get that he's supposed to be charismatic and intimidating, but if he could convince the kobold to let him into the city, why doesn't he convince Dememoras' minions to turn on their master? Finally, even if he does convince the kobold to let him into the city, he's just a scout. He doesn't have the necessary security clearance to enter the palace grounds.