Daemon Est Deus Inversus

The Blood Eagle, an alternate take on the Great Heathen Army's invasion of 865 A.D

Will we be making actual Blood Eagle type sacrifices in this?????

another zombie thing.

Will we be playing as humans or zombies?

another zombie thing.

Ignore this. I guess getting on this website from a cellphone makes double posting possible.

Of Goats, Goblins, and Mages

Goat God said
Now some do. Thank you for creating a new religion.

Lol. You're welcome.

But let me get this straight, we're just going to build the world as we play? Basically whatever we RP becomes the way it is, or at least close enough for the RPed scene to be plausable?

Wyvern School for the Insane

"Ugh..." The long-haired kid was recovering from the taser and starting to get up. "That battle did not go in the King's favor..." he mumbled as he went back to the place where he'd been sitting before.

"COWARD!" He yelled to the front where the guard that tased him had gone.

A ℒull in the sea...

So is this about mer people? And, if so, can other types be involved? Like squid people or water spirits???

Hotel Cecilia.

Is it just me or does this remind anyone else of the song Hotel California?

Wyvern School for the Insane

The youth shrieks in electric convulsions and lands gracelessly upon the ground. Breathless and barely concious, he does indeed remain on the ground muttering something about "treacherous knaves".

Wyvern School for the Insane

"Taking our armor!? And our weapons!? Leaving us defensless!?" The teen still wasn't looking up, but he was speaking loudly, and clearly addressing the man who greeted them. "What's next!?? Will you demand the iron from our blood?!! Will you tear the silver from our souls!!!?!?!"

With each question, his voice raised until finally he looked up and charged at that man with anger and fear in his eyes. He would take this tyrant to the ground.

Wyvern School for the Insane

Mordred hung his head and let his long hair obscure his face from view. He hated being taken away. He didn't even look at the others. He knew all to well that there would likely be no one there he could relate to. Passing a sentence of silence upon himself, he thought of missed opportunities and mistakes. He was lost in a land of regret and completely distant from the rotting corpses packed into the van with him. That was another reason why he failed to look up; he was afraid of what he might see.