Color_Weaver

Ancient Roman rp (F seeking M)

Searching for an ancient Roman rp. Looking for a male, I'm okay with mature scenes actually prefer it. But message me your idea. Prefer a casual to advanced partner.

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

"Likewise Lentus, I've only heard the Elven culture from our shipwrights. A most ancient race with legendary feats of strength themselves. A skill with the bow considered unimaginable unless seen." Eleni was impressed with their culture and had to admit she wanted to try her her bow against Lentus's. "You can say that. Only those with darker hair are considered to protect and serve the empress. Said to be born directly from the twin goddess's themselves." She allowed her self the childhood fantasy to an extent. Taking a second helping at her host discretion. Her metabolism demanded more than the average being, whether it was her rigorous training or simply because of her identity, it wasn't denied its desires. "Sometimes discretion is truly the better part of valor. I cannot speak for myself but sometimes the shadows save more than the blade." Feeling sympathetic towards the elf's devotion and background. "I wear the goddess's on me. I will show you, when we aren't surrounded by ogling eyes." Indicating to the slight traces of tattooing at her wrists, giving the notion of extensive tattooing. Drinking the whole of her cup before elf's question about her motives, refiling her glass another time. "I was framed for murder of the late empress. I know who did but cannot prove the culprit. I'm under exiled justice. Banished from my home until my innocence is proven. My friend and current empress can't see that her own husband was the murderer. So hate, rage and anger for the most part." Her plate and drink fell all over her. Trying to curb the anger, as Eleni's face grew increasingly red, clenching her hand into a fist. Popping as it closed, exhaling and soothed herself from starting what would be a free for all brawl. Was considering it too until she was handed a letter, skimming threw its contents knowing the common tongue as it was mandatory growing up. "That I'm to meet in the library with the captain after the feast. I'm assuming for an elite group of prospects for a more dangerous assignments." An honor for an elite group it was but still something just had to curb taking orders from a male. "We should bunk together after this meeting. I ask you a favor? I know I have no right to ask but help me curb my disdain towards men. My homeland women are the hierarchy. I would be in your debt if you did me this honor." Extending her hand out with a slight warming smile.

Roman Ascending (An ancient Rome rp)(Male needed, Mature)

Descent yes.

WWII RP Int. Check

I have to admit I'd like to play from a German point of view too.

Roman Ascending (An ancient Rome rp)(Male needed, Mature)

A Roman centurion leaves Rome, the Legion calling him. The Empire is under threat again. Telling his son to stay strong, to keep with his practice. To his pregnant wife late with child that he'd return once again to his family, among other things best not said aloud. Sealing his departure with a kiss and a farewell. Doning his armor and shield, leaving at dawn. For blood, glory and honor. Departing into the rising sun with the blessings of the gods and a promise to return home. Four years passed. The legion has conquered and drove the barbarian filth to ashes, peace is able to flow again as the known world is subjugated under the Eagle. The centurion now promoted to a general, proving both intellect and cunning. Not well known. Not yet, he is afforded down time. Returning home, amazed how much everything has changed. His father now a leading senator, his wife and children (9 boy and 4 girl) await them in a more luxurious part of Rome. Inheriting her fathers trade empire and vast amounts of wealth, giving them both more out of life. In returning a grand celebration is thrown for a returning conqueror and a hero. Though his immediate family await him at the gates, more desperate to see him. Though upon his return marked a social climb, one that was only to made more insatiable. Craving more they wanted more and so the climb begins. Side Notes: -This mature. There will be blood and sex it can't be helped, since the couple are a lustful pairing and well its ancient Rome. -Hi-Causal to Advanced settings for this. Though I'm not focusing on grammar or punctuation, but quality. -Sometimes I cannot post everyday, life comes first naturally. -Help me with the plot I don't want to be the only one moving this along. -Lets have fun with this!

The Last City

Take your time. Do what you can do, life comes first.

The Black Band [Mercenary Works]

"Indeed it seems we're surrounded by a lot of them that would jump at that chance." Staring fully at the elf woman, feeling a mutual compassion between that could lead to a be efficient and friendly relationship. Extending her free hand to meet Lentus, trying to keep her grip from being too firm. "Let us sit and talk, it's been to long since I've had an intellectual conversation with another woman." Already having to spend a week at sea with her father to reach Avalad. "I'm Eleni Voshrem. An amazon from the Jade and Sapphire Isles, former Black Spear guard to the Empress Sellis. I apologize for being so formal, I haven't been a sell spear for long." Eleni's very background explained why she was so harsh against men. It wasn't necessarily her per say, but the nature of her upbringing. Around most of the common world women held a lower standing or it was told to her, but her home women were the rulers. Not meaning to come of so formal but as of here background it demanded it. Perhaps over time she'd could curb that aspect. Though time would be only means to that. "Let us sit and eat though, enjoy the token of our hosts offering." The subtle growl of her stomach didn't argue with the fact of food. Glancing threw a few of the feast foods. Eleni didn't know most of the foods so she stuck to what was common at least to here. Picking threw a few fruits including what was her favorite (cherries) and some slices of cheese. Choosing a dry red wine to wash it down. "So Lentus, why are you here?" Eleni had spoken, with an interest. Never having the pleasure of meeting an elf before, relishing in the moment to learn more about the race. Though the giant had spoke right after she had finished her sentence. Spitting out a cherry pit. "Against you titan no, but against some of the others yes." Knowing even if she did enhance herself, she'd be no match for the man and conceded that fact, but was confident in the ability of taking most of the others in the guild hall.

The Last City

Fell asleep last night and had to deleted half a million jumble of letters of my labtop. Still kind of groggy since I just woke up but I hope its fine.

The Last City

She lay in wait, silent as the grave. Besides her mistress Athel, Blue Rose or known as Blue to the others she was the second most deadly in the assassins guild. Already a mute, she was quite but also was able to catch her mistress off guard sometimes. Though now wasn't the time for trivial thoughts as the dead assaulted the city. She knew it was coming. Her black ashen hair tied in a single braid down the center of her back. Watching people flee from the dead, sickening that this was happening but it wasn't her job. Already blaming the guards a few years prior for the loss of her parents, though she snapped to reality when a lower ranking necromancer was hurrying down to something happening down the way Sarel's orders had come to her just several minutes before the fateful encounter. Athel wanted one alive or at least one alive. For what reason she didn't know. But if was what the nightmaster wanted she'd get it. Picking from her small satchel, two green feathered darts. Waiting for the necromancer to come closer. Feeling only the slight twinge of something piercing his neck, though as he felt it he dropped. A special mix designed for that exact purpose but it did have side effects. Which to say the least was unpleasant. Moments later she saw two groups approach one of which included her mistress. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blood, Athel was used to but see such a scale of vast carnage was disheartening and sobering what alcohol was in her system. The young and old, regardless of the gender they were slaughtered without mercy. Pushing the notions from her head though, survival was the only thing needed. The dead rising though it gave her the creeps. Athel didn't like the dead coming back to life. The dead was supposed to stay that way, not get back up. Out of the corner of her the dead approached, shaking the cold chill of corpses that should be in the ground away. Gripping her blade as the two men behind her steeled themselves with twin daggers. Sweat seeped from her hand eyeing the mob of freshly hewn flesh come at her, exhaling a breath as focus soothed over. Circling the blade as several came running. The momentum of the blade hacked half into the abominations head, taking the two down with the relative ease.The blood gurgled out, as the blade was retracted. Death was a natural thing, least around her. The two men at her side, carved the two at her sides into fresh sliced sliced meat. Disturbing as it was it made Athel hungry. A bird whistled, or so it would seem to most. One of the varying calls the guild mates made to one another. Looking back it was another group over a downed necromancer. Over the body he protege, Blue. With the blood still dripping from her blade, Athel approached. Looking down the would be attacker. "Dead?" She asked, but Blue had pointed at the darts in the mans neck. "He's gonna be feeling it when he wakes. Thank you, go help the others" Kissing her head. The girl felt like a little sister in ways, watching her trail off into the shadows "Hollard, take him to the vaults. Triple tie and keep him sedated. We need at least one alive to talk." He would or she'd make his last make his last moments even more excruciating, information would flow one way or another. Watching Hollard and the two others take the man. Back towards one of the various hidden door ways that the city guard would love to find. As he associate hauled the man of, a flood of both dead and several necromancers came in charging. The focus rebooted as the killer resurfaced in Athel. Detaching her blade for the close quarters. Coming from years of training under her uncle, dancing threw the dead mob came easy. Though necromancers controlling them seemed much tougher than their mindless counterparts. In a flash, one of the two men had vanished into white ash. Rage drove the other assassin to the necromancer and a blade to his heart though, seconds latter after a chant her other associate fell into a pile of goo. Holding back two of the necromancers, being pushed back. Using their own momentum, Athel let the two drive forward. Missing her but her own blades ripping out at the sides of the two necromancers. The third was tougher though the ward bounced her blade back. Quickly reattaching it, striking again and using the bounce back of the ward hitting back twice as hard back on the opposite side. Which gave way to a headless necromancer. At the moment of the assassins beheading she felt a stray wind blow past her. Not something she felt before but last necromancer had fallen, at a glance it was an arrow stuck in his eye. Exhaling a breath of relief, though who was her savior exactly. Not exactly keen on owing her life to someone but, if they saved her ass it would seem she'd have to kiss theirs. Looking back, seeing a few men and one that looked like Tor of the Bloody hand or at least what her people had said anyways. Nodding at the notion she was the night master. But unable to stifle a slight laugh seeing one of the men in the silken undergarments. The attack must have caught them... well literally with their pants down. "Well a woman in my trade has to be and if it takes this sort of mess to get me out, I must be doing good no? Though I admit the circumstances could be better." She looked at the two piles that used to be her own people. Never wanting such death among them, though the siege would provide more. "I need a drink." She murmured looking at the two brave men that she was with not two minutes prior. "It seems I'm in your debt though Tor. Not something I tend to rectify. That is if you and your boys there can stop staring." Shaking her head, but being in Tor and his men's debt couldn't be helped. She'd let others ogle for even less. Let them drool a while longer. "Athel." Mentioning her name, though she wasn't too far in debt for the last. "I'll think of something, though something perhaps discussed over a drink after this mess." Tor catching Athel's slight murmur. Using it for to get to know at least half of the rouges in Antioch for the time being and perhaps a better understanding of how things actually worked about the city under the gleaming surface. Both of the glanced over. Tor to his right, Athel to her left. Another part of slums had caught fire, Athel exhaling yet another sigh. It so wasn't her night and being the nightmaster which was an odd thing to say. She shook her head, looking at Tor. "Help me get the rest of these idiots out of my city, help with fires and me an escort. I'll supply the drinks afterwards. Stuff better than that Tillian ale your boys seem to love." Using the partial love his men's love for a good drink to her advantage, though it probably wasn't necessary to do so. Knowing the drink of their choice from the reports of her girls, even if half of them walked bow legged since the Bloody Hand's coming. "It'd be an honor Athel. I'm sure I speak for both me and my men, it'd be a privilege." Tor couldn't help to give a brief pause and think of Davos. He'd be both shocked and grateful for both seeing this elusive woman and a chance to taste something better than the Tillian ale, they'd feasted on moment prior to to the assault. "Well you saw the direction of the fire. Lets go." Athel said. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sarel had seen Blue by chance earlier prior to his meeting with Athel and knowing the girl half as well as his mistress did helped to locate her to some extent. With that girls help they'd bagged one of the attacking necromancers. Perhaps the second one too, but that was rumor as of the moment. Though none the less Delphi would want to know such an event. Catching one of the guilds couriers being attacked, he intervened. Gutting the abomination in the process with his curved blade. Besides the thanks of the young courier, he carried Delphi's words with him. It was no surprise that Delphi's orders were relatively the same that Athel had given him prior. Strange that the two would think so much a like. But with the two working so long together or if it was Athel not wanting to hear Delphi bitch. "Find out how the city guard is handling this mess. Use the sewers to avoid these corpses." He said. The courier ran as Sarel continued on. Figuring critical information such as the capture of one of these attackers would be best given straight to the head, no need of any information split over to other such ears that could be listening. Even if the city was under siege. He moved quickly, avoiding anything unnecessary. His gut was been wrenched as it was seeing the dead crawling over the city. Reaching where Delphi retreated to during the night hours. His trek up the stairs reminded something Athel had once told him. "If the need ever arises, rip that girl from between her legs and make Delphi listen." Hearing Athel's voice in his head, though honestly both of the Delphi and Athel scared the living hell out of him when they were pissed. Making his trek to roof quick.

The Last City

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