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It took me 10 years to finally fill one of these out, but I finally did it. Welcome, stranger.




I'm Drache. I'm a millenial leftist living in the US deep south. I'm a queer polyamorous kinkster. You can find me at PRIDE, at Ren Fair, at the local farmer's market, and the monthly dark party. I play D&D, I play Skyrim, and I play with gags and blindfolds. I'm your elder femdom, even though my bones hurt.

During the day I'm an emergency animal medical professional with 20 years in the field. On my off time I'm a dog show enthusiast, a karaoke singer, a baker, and a volunteer wildlife rehabilitator. I'm a collector of rare houseplants, of rescued exotic birds, of books, of tattoos. I'm the most feral spouse with the most domestic skills. I'm perpetually exhausted but endlessly impulsive.

If you're looking for a partner to share in your high fantasy, in your dark themes, in your deranged kinky monsterfucking, send me a PM.

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When you want to join an RP so you spend hours reading into the lore and asking questions and mentally designing your character, only to click over to the Char tab to find that someone has already submitted a character that is pretty much exactly what you were about to do. It's no one's "fault" or anything but it always sucks when you have to toss a solid character idea, especially when tweaking a little to make your char similar but different isn't allowed by the GM.

Most people tend to give others a chance to post before moving forward. I don't see why this RP should be any different.
It's @Pilatus's turn, then @The Whacko.
The morning they were to reach the criminal safehouse, Rhindani took care to make sure her belongings were secured in her bag rather than scattered in the saddlebags and gear strapped neatly to her dun-coloured palfrey. If she needed to move quickly to tend to an injured comrade, or even to one of the outlaws they had come to route, the dragonkin needed her kit in its entirety.

"I have no skill to aid you in combat," she shrugged at Nicholas, a motion that shifted her wings under where they had been concealed by her cloak. "Unless you wish me to fight like a beast." It was not common for her kind to be born with wings, let alone a set that appeared strong enough to carry her weight rather than stunted vestigial things that had no purpose. But Rhindani concealed them for the most part, taking time only at night when camp was made to practice with them, the leathery whooshing echoing from where she lingered away from the others.

And so now they were hidden under the blue shawl-robe, though her hood had been pulled back from her scaled face, the smooth ridges of her crest sparkled oddly. The dragonking held a pot of some salve in her hand and smoothed the yellowish concoction over her face and skin, rubbing it in until her scales no longer glittered. It had a faint scent, not floral as one might expect but more earthy and woody like an incense.

When she was done dulling her scales she dropped her sleeves and her hood back where they belonged. "If it didn't seem that we were in a hurry I would offer to go in alone. Even bandits might be reluctant to turn away a healer or a pilgrimage, especially if she offered her services." The proposed pretext was so in-line with her true purpose in the People's Conglomerate that she shouldn't have any trouble holding it up as a charade. "I would be able to get an idea of their forces and the design of the building inside and report back. It may take longer but may help you all approach more wisely." She didn't seem to think anything of putting herself at risk.

But her offer seemed to fall on deaf ears, so eager they were to get started. Her long tail undulated with no small amount of annoyance but in the end she was not in charge here and had no intention to be.

"If you'd rather go now, I will stay with the horses so that we don't become victims of theft ourselves. You can signal me if my skills are needed. Saida can mend some injuries but anything truly grievous I fear will require the blessings of my own Patron."

She tucked her ashy salve back into her bag and waited, patting her horse on the neck. At first the creature had seemed quite reluctant to carry a dragonkin but with the elf-woman's assistance Rhindani was learning better horsewomanship.
@BlackFlag tbh I am not sure. In an advanced RP I am used to much bigger posts than this. Like at least four or five paragraphs per person unless there is lots of dialogue or blow-by-blow action going on. This one is turning out to be pretty "free" style. Typically people on the forum settle into a turn-based rotation rather than one person posting in between everyone else so that everyone can get a chance to respond to action 1 before anyone moves on. I'm getting the feeling that half of the people here are used to chat-room style and the other half are used to forum-style.
@Lalliman I deliberately asked people to PM me in my interest thread purely to help keep the amount of interest I get a mystery. Only like one out of every ten people who respond to my interest check end up being someone whose preferences and style is generally a good match. I don't want people assuming that my dance card is full just because my thread is full of responses because in all honesty most of those don't pan out.
The game is already up and running.
^ Ugh. I work like 5 minutes from NRG. I'm really hating everything that has to do with american football right now.
I would feel silly posting again so soon.
When people don't pay attention to what other characters are doing so their actions completely clash nonsensically with something that has already been posted.
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