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Haven: Summer camp for Supernatural Teens

Hi, is there still room in this RP? I seem to have found some spare time, and would like to spend it here.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Kutur didn't answer for a few seconds. His head swam with questions. What did she mean by 'handsome'? How did she know he had been to Constantsea? Were there even restaurants in the city yet? He remembered with a hint of embarrassment that he was quite visibly wearing a bag slung over his shoulder of Constantsea make. It would be silly for anyone to think he hadn't been there recently. "Sure, something to eat sounds nice . . . " he said, though not enthusiastically. The bag was full of texts granted to him by his masters. Some of them were even his own essays and research, although under his human name, Alexius. All, however, his masters expected him to illuminate and provide counterarguments for. It'll be a task worthy of a titan, and Kutur would have preferred to begin work immediately. Still, he should enjoy his last day out before secluding himself with his work, and this might provide just the right sort of escape. "Do you know a place? Is there even a place?"

Wych (open and accepting!)

Hey, is it alright for us players to begin writing In-Character posts yet?

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Kutur wandered the streets of Xigyll in a half daze, looking around in confusion and curiosity. The city had been under constant expansion since it was founded, but he never expected it to be this quick. Multiple buildings were raised in a matter of hours, and huts stretched all the way to the city walls, and perhaps have flooded over as well. For the first time, he found himself slightly lost, as he went down new street after new street, unable to find where the road meets the gate and he can escape all this activity and bustle.

He nearly stumbled when he felt two arms wrap around him, and a pour of words with a familiar voice filled his ears. He didn't catch a thing she said, but it was . . . nice, he supposed, to receive a warm welcome home. It felt strange, though, to level his head to see another. He spent his stay in Constantsea much the way he spent his years of study, craning his head upwards at everybody he encountered for so long he became used to it. Now his neck hurt, and he wanted to go back to his books.

"I . . . uhh . . . I hope so too," he said, nervously. Kali had stopped talking, and it looked like she expected a response from him. He had become so wrapped up in his own thoughts, as he tended to do, that he completely missed whatever it was she said.

Sci-fi thieves RP?

This looks really interesting! Is there room for one more?

Wych (open and accepting!)

Name: Sigrid Geirdóttir (Sibley of the River)
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Rank: Ceorl (Freeman)

Appearance: Sigrid liked to keep herself clean, for a repulsive merchant tended to be a less successful merchant. She kept herself tidy at all times, bathing frequently and untangling her hair in the mornings. She is a light blonde, but would occasionally add some earth into her hair until it became dirty to the point of being almost brown, to make herself look more Anglo-Saxon. She is also freckled and fresh-faced, with a wide grin, and that, combined with her tendency to ramble or tell stories, makes her look for all the world like a little girl playing at her father's craft. Do not be fooled.

Personality: Sigrid, since her youth, was a lover of collecting things. She liked to play along the shores of her home in Jutland, picking up seashells or flotsam and keeping it with her. As her grandfather's finances began to dwindle, she began to trade her collections for money. This stirred something in her, and soon she was gripped with an ever-aching desire to trade. She loved the feel of coins changing hands, and the sound of their clinking. What's more, she is proud of her ancestry, and likes to brag about her father, calling him either "First to Meet Jesus" or "Slayer of Cross-Men", depending on who she was telling the story to. Her love of the shores and her greater love of opportunity brought her to the Angle's Land, and she does not intend to return home without a fortune.

History: Sigrid's father was a berserker, a man who left her before she ever knew him to seek gold across the sea. When he died, he left his ship to his father, to later sell and support the wife and daughter he left behind. Her mother wanted nothing to do with the child, she reminding the now-ailing woman too much of her dead husband. Sigrid, then, grew up under the watchful eye of her old grandfather, a man strict in his opinions but too weak to enforce them. Because of that, she was largely free to wander the shores of Jutland. Her grandfather was wealthy in his youth, but that wealth had been spent away over the years, and soon, his role as caretaker and his granddaughter's role as dependent were reversed. Before he died, he told her one of his regrets, that he had saved her father's karve out of sentimental value. When she saw the boat, she saw opportunity. Sigrid, a fortnight following her grandfather's death, took out the karve and set out across open water with everything she could technically claim was hers by inheritance and a few things she couldn't, seeking the river of coin that flowed through the Heptarchy. Since then, she has sailed along the River Thames as "Sibley of the River", a merchant from far away.

Loyalties: The Vikings and money. Mostly money.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

The whole council was reaching its end. The magisters say their goodbyes to each other, and preparations for the great portal are being completed, which theoretically should take everybody to their respective homes. Sure, a few mages always slip through and end up in the wrong place, but that's how magic is. Kutur stares guiltily up at the black mark he left when he drank the potion. That moment, that feeling, was etched permanently into his mind. The feeling of flying and power, of being for just one moment a dragon. Still, though, someone will have to clean the mark, and possibly repaint. Probably an apprentice or small village's mage. It won't be easy, that's for sure. Poor lad.

He closed his eyes and stepped through the portal. The brilliant purple enveloped him, then faded, leaving him in the hall of Xigyll. Rughoi stared at him like he just appeared out of thin air, which to be fair, he had.

"Your Might, Your Mercy, I sincerely apologize for my absence. I know that I have a duty to the peoples of Xigyll, and resolve to carry out that duty. Tomorrow. Good day," Kutur said, before either Rughoi or Ardasa could act. Then, he simply turned and walked out of the hall, through the front door, and made a beeline for his hut away from the city. Right now, he needed to be alone.

medieval roleplay, possible low fantasy elements [accepting!]

I do vaguely recall something like that. Something about a city in the sky, right?

I have an idea for a character. A shrewd, hard-bargaining Viking merchant who sails the eastern coast to trade. I got the idea based on a few things I researched while looking at this RP. Is that acceptable?

medieval roleplay, possible low fantasy elements [accepting!]

Hi, I read the introductory post on page 2 and think this RP is incredibly interesting. Is there still space left for one more?

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Ardasa made her way into the main hall of the palace, to find a familiar sight. Rughoi was pacing nervously around the room, especially around the throne. As usual, he never sat in it. She had never seen him sit on his throne since he had it raised up, and suspected that it only existed so he had a focus to refer to his control over Xigyll.

"Is something the matter?" Ardasa said, almost sighing when Rughoi jolted and hastily turned. He was so consumed by his thoughts some days, he could be snuck up on without any difficulty at all.

"No," he said firmly, but Ardasa knew better. She tilted her head and mock-glared at him, letting him know in no uncertain terms that she saw through his lie. "Yes . . . " he said, caving. "Something is always the matter. That is how thrones work."

"I'm well aware," Ardasa said. "You have to remember, it's not your empire anymore. It's ours. These people followed the two of us to freedom, not just you or I. So, how about we not keep so many things close to vest, eh?"

"I suppose . . . " Rughoi said. He was not as firm as he usually is, she noted. Either Kali is a diplomatic genius who's little tactics were nigh upon mind control, or something must really be eating at his mind. "It's Hekaga. They want to negotiate a more secure deal with us, one that involves the presence of what they deem 'of esteemed birth'." He waved the letter in his hand as he quoted it, which Rebat himself had written in quotation runes. "Apparently, Rebat is not close enough. They want to speak to me, it seems. I can't leave Xigyll! There's so much to handle! Especially not for . . . months? Years?"

"Or me," Ardasa blurted, before she could think. Rughoi's eyes lit up, and Ardasa began to have second thoughts. Had she just signed herself up to a diplomatic mission? For months, or even years? Rughoi's last sentence rang in her head, repeating itself like a horrific repressed memory resurfacing.

"Yes . . . yes! You could go!" he said. "We're a team now, right? Like you said?" Urgh, Hetuis take her poor wording! She gave a crooked half-smile.

"Yeah . . . " she said, weakly. "A team . . . that's what I said . . . " Pressure was her enemy, now and forever more. It had seemed so easy going over it with Kali, too.