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Magic RP (Open to new players)

@Aristocles I understand that perfectly, but in your most recent post, you literally took everything coming out of Rughoi's inner thoughts and listed them in a briefing to your team. If you would forgive me for saying so, that's very heavy metagaming. Also, in an earlier post, you once again used Rughoi's thoughts and turned them into speech. That "dracon arrogance" thing was a personal thought.

Also, I wonder how a desert environment could field an army of tens and hundreds of thousands. At the end of the medieval age, the largest empires could maybe support an army of ten thousand, max. Rughoi pushes his people as far as possible, and even then can maybe muster two thousand.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

@Aristocles Once again, I am finding faults with the RP, and would like to discuss them. Is this possible?

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

Salim looked down at the knife at his feet. It was definitely within the reach of his feet, but he can't bend over too far without strangling himself. Perhaps if he caught the blade between his feet, he could maneuver it up to his hands. However, when he went to do so, his legs had to give out beneath him, and he began choking as the rope constricted around his throat. Salim fought to keep conscious, the knife getting closer inch by inch to his hand. Then, salvation came when his fingers brushed the hilt. He grabbed onto it like a lifeline, plopping his feet down again and sucking in the air. The sharp edge made quick work of the rope, and soon he was free of all bindings. Then, a dilemma struck him. He looked at the rows upon rows of criminals he was to be executed with, all doomed to hang as he was. Should he rescue them? Opportunity was growing thin, and he only had time for one. He chose the closest and began hacking away at the bindings, soon freeing him as well. Some points with the Vicar Gods couldn't hurt. "You are greatly indebted to me," Salim said, as he freed Aleksandr from his bonds.

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

@NecroKnight Eh, they're archetypes. Not too difficult to understand.

William - Dr. House with a sword.

Arak - Don Quixote with a bit of common sense.

Of course, there's more detail in my char sheets. Shall we?

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

@NecroKnight @MrDidact I'm more than happy to start up another collab. Having not thought about this RP for awhile, I could use the writing practice.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

The moment the interloper disappeared, Rughoi knew he had to act, and quickly. The intrusion, while in bad spirit, immediately told Rughoi some of the most important facts he's heard since his ascendance. To give up such an advantage unwittingly blathered by an enemy would be idiocy. Quickly, he ran the meeting through his head, trying to keep the valuable information in his head as he began once again to start planning.

The first mistake his enemy made was to simply show up. This taught him that the magical defenses on the city were beginning to fail, and counter-revolutionaries could simply teleport through the walls. Immediately, he relayed this worry to Kutur, who promised to arrange a symposium and bolster the wards.

The second was to let slip the inner workings of the Fertile Valley. His words brought immediate revelation to the question hanging over his head since the attack on Aredor. It was official, the Valley would side against the Kobold Empire.

The third, and admittedly most useful, Akydon had told him of his reputation among his contemporaries. They thought him a joke, one easy to defeat. Rughoi realized then that he was wasting his time trying to gain respect from the neighboring powers. He must take advantage of this fact, and work around it. He ran to his bookshelf and took off a thick tome, detailing the history of the dracon continent and the relationships between kingdoms, and in those pages he found his salvation. The kingdoms of Hewaniar and Taoulmuansi, both longtime rivals of the Draconis cities. They will no doubt rejoice in the fall of Traeton, their economic rival, and would jump at the opportunity to topple their military competitor, Aredor. Perhaps a correspondence here, a correspondence there . . .

Rughoi closed the history book with a smile. The Fertile Valley armies, marching for his castle, are probably already congratulating each other on the victory. To see the shock on their faces when they must contend with a highly disciplined human legion, two armies from two great kingdoms in the west, and his own roving horde of kobold elites. Every flip of the coin put him ever closer to victory.

Dragon's Mask

@Mokley It's been 6 days. Should we move on without him?

Magic RP (Open to new players)

It's nice that this RP is advancing at a steady pace. All my other ones I fear are half-dead.

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

Greenie and I are whipping up something. Not sure about anyone else.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Rughoi wanted to jump out of his own scales. He wanted to draw his sword and do battle with this impertinent dissenter right on the spot. He stood up, lost in his own thought, and found himself a few seconds later, hand gripping the handle of his sword still in the sheathe so hard he feared his claws might fall off. There he stood, looking up to the dracon with murder in his eyes, daring the other to continue standing there until his arms are hacked off. Yet something stopped him from doing so, the small bit of reason in his mind, still yelling for attention against the overwhelming opposition of his anger, telling him that perhaps, while undiplomatic, Akydon's words were not without teeth. What was he doing? He was no longer a farmhand in the fields, he was a patrician! He cannot just pick fights with those he disliked anymore. A good autocrat must be better than that. Slowly, these thoughts grew louder in his head, beating back the notions of violence and vengeance. He let go of his sword, albeit reluctantly, and sighed. So as much as he wanted to rant and rave, as much as he wanted to disprove all of Akydon's flimsy claims, as much as he wanted to feel in the right, he opened his snout and said something completely different instead. "I have dracons battling in my army, yet you speak of genocide with such casualness I fear your intentions. Return to your home, dracon. Return to your king. Tell him the upstart emperor is ready to discuss treaty, and have him relay that to his allies, and their allies. These guards here will escort you out of my city, and I promise you on my life that they will not let harm come to you, from themselves or others." He nodded to the guards, and they exited the room, gesturing for Akydon to follow. Rughoi grabbed his crystal ball and wiped the condensation off of it again, reestablishing contact with Kutur.

"Your Might, I have sent the orders to the scouts," came Kutur's voice. "They are to ready their arms and begin a march for Aredor."

"Something has changed," Rughoi said, shaking his head. "Send a diplomat to Aredor. Dracon, if possible. Tell them to come to Traeton to discuss treaty. Tell them to say as such to their allies, and theirs. I am offering an end to the tensions, if they shall take it. Quickly, please. I'd be happy to be in the company of kings and lords, if it means I can escape that of sword wielding lunatics." The last part was said with a scornful look at the door.