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War of the Angelic Trio [recruit]

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So, the Kingdom of Lucifer does not have a king anymore; for now, there's an unnamed NPC one, apparently. If anyone ends up creating a monarch for the Kingdom of Lucifer, even if merely temporary, Wisp and I will consider and most likely take them in. Wisp also made a recruit thread -- ableit, it became drowned by bots posting for a little bit. However, hopefully with a couple more bumps, perhaps another player comes around.

Nevertheless, if time within the roleplay has passed without a PC one put into play, I'll deploy my last resort for this situation. Thus, no worries for all.

I also wanna apologize Adeline's post portion is so huge compared to my others' eep.

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@Wisp @AimeChambers @urukhai @Cubix

The queen nodded to her brother, giving him no words after his statements. She wasn’t sure if it was proper to point out Raphael’s lack of trustworthiness or to simply go with it. Well, who was she to say? She had a degree of trust invested in King Regnier, given they had known each other for many years, but current events had suggested otherwise in this trust. It was obvious to her that he wanted the best for both of his fellow neighbors and his dedication towards an alliance would show this, but he’ll take the costs if it must. Even if the cost was between Raphael and Michael, why, he’d be tempted to take it, wouldn’t he? Not that Adeline was him, but if she was, she could feel certain the idea crossed his mind more than twice.

On the other hand though, her brother seemed to have a little more trust in Valentine when it came to this topic, which she found odd. It perhaps was his need to be diplomatic, as if she couldn’t manage it to do it herself, and by being diplomatic it meant that Auberon would take a liking to yet another diplomat… It didn’t work like that, did it? How else could she explain it, or think of it? Auberon did not communicate with many outside of his room and very little with those outside of the kingdom. He didn’t have the trust and relationship built over years of friendship, whether between teatime or public dances, but the simple instinct to trust in Regnier. That was it, wasn’t it? Adeline couldn’t wrap her mind around any other reason, or at least one that would make sense to her. Perhaps Auberon knew something more than she did, perhaps something kept away from her?

To have information hidden from her didn’t come off as a surprise, especially if Auberon was withholding it from her, and she rubbed of her neck out of the mere thought of discomfort. He wouldn’t purposely hide details from her as a monarch ruling by her side. That would yield poor ruler-ship and possibly bad politics, but she wasn’t certain of what Auberon had up his sleeve. Even when he spoke openly with her, more so than in the past, he would always have an aura of uncertainty to her. She had to trust in him by now. Within the past year and three months, he chose not to wrong the Kingdom of Michael and remained attentive to her wishes and words. It’s all she had to trust in other than their blood, but it’ll do.

Adeline looked upon Hadrian and Olifina, both loyal knight and lovely lady waiting patiently for her word. She took notice of Olifina’s small action, and in that Adeline had the kind reminder that she was not the only one nervous. She then looked over towards Rancor – she did her best to hold back a smile towards him, seeing now he had slapped himself, but couldn’t help but widen her smile. Adeline was quick to turn her smile into words, looking back upon her audience in the room.

She held her smile as strong as she could. It felt unnatural, but perhaps that’s what happens when you try to hide a laugh. Adeline looked back upon the tray. Would it be inappropriate to take a cup of tea now? She had everyone ready to listen to her, but she was queen, so she was allowed to, right? Of course, a part of her told herself, she deserved it after all. With haste, she made way to the tray and quickly sipped the tea, but the warmth couldn’t tame her nerves. Perhaps have a bit of cake – wait, no, they’re waiting! But… but a small bite couldn’t hurt anyone. So, she took a quick piece, consuming as quick as possible, and after chewing and swallowing Adeline turned back to her audience. Walking back to her main desk and clearing her throat, she set her fingers gently onto the surface. A quick glance at Auberon, then back at the servants, Adeline started speaking in her soft tone.

“It’s a lovely morning, isn’t it?” She looked upon her parent’s – erm, well, her servants, which was an odd thing to call them. She looked towards the servants with her celestial blue eyes, shoulders rolled up with a deep breath taken. For a moment, Adeline appeared to be joyful, but all of it unraveled when she released her breath. It couldn’t be help. She was already having a difficult time living up to her father’s image after a year’s worth of time. However, she had to keep herself together. Mother would do so, father would too, and if she could do anything for them in this moment it would be to honor them in every aspect possible.

“I am sure you are asking yourselves why you have been summoned,” Adeline said, then looked upon each of their faces, including Auberon’s. “If any of you feel that we’ve been brought together through negative news and circumstances, I can assure you that that is not the case. That being said, it is still news, and it is important that you and fellow members of the kingdom are up to date on these matters.” She breathed in, looking back at Auberon, then back at the servants. “Myself and King Auberon each received a letter from King Regnier of Raphael, an invitation to the Round Table for a meeting between him and King…” She drew her words carefully, and after a moment of silence her voice dropped. “King Fairchild of Gabriel, under important and urgent news. The news was not disclosed in the letters, but it is enough to dare King Regnier into mentioning the Kingdom of Gabriel to both of us. Auberon and I made the decision – the decision to attend this meeting together. I understand if you may not agree with this choice, but between myself and Auberon, we feel it is only right to attend the meeting.” She breathed in for a moment, allowing the servants to sit in thought for a moment.

“However, we will not be attending alone. As advised by King Regnier, we will be taking two guards with us. As for the question as to why three of you have been summoned, there is reason for this. I am sure you all know that Princess Serenity cannot attend the meeting, but we do not wish to leave her unattended. I trust in all three of you equally in your abilities and skills, and I am here to request a service in watching over Serenity for the day while we are away. Auberon and I will then take two of you with us to the Round Table meeting." Adeline looked at Olifina, then Hadrian, and then back at Rancor, then proceeded to scan each of them with her eyes. "I believe in each of your abilities, but I request for someone who can protect Serenity while we are gone. Defensively, if... Gabriel, or I dare say Raphael, makes a move on our kingdom."

Swift to the tea desk, she took a cup of tea and had a sip. She cupped her tea and looked within it for a moment, and swirled the cup to watch the tea spin. The movement waved within the cup with ease, a flow that captured her attention for the short second. Adeline then looked back to her audience with a more confident expression. She could do this, and in fact, she already did. "So, may I have a volunteer for staying with Serenity?"

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The bishop's eyebrows raised as she listened to her king, but remained in a stoical stance, unmoved by the words he spouted. Daniella wouldn't say that they were completely irrational, and definitely wouldn't say that they were out loud, but told herself that perhaps the king was slightly exaggerating a thing or two. He went on and on, talking about the youth – not like he was one to speak, apparently – and the plans rolled up their sleeves. While his speech sounded outrageous to her, it wasn't as far-fetched as it seemed.

Given, if there were any two kingdoms with close relations at the moment, the Kingdom of Michael and Raphael may be the closest, but it didn't mean that Raphael didn't care for Gabriel any less. At least it shouldn't if Raphael wanted to keep their reputation. Daniella thought to herself quietly as the king went on. If he was harmed, whether fatally or not, why, what would the kingdom do? Scurry around and about, mourn for their lost king and become desperate to find another monarch? That would do the kingdom no good. Besides, she felt that there was no finer monarch to take Gabriel's throne other than that of a Fairchild. Daniella waited for him to finish speaking, and when he did, she had her heart skip a couple beats.

She gripped her crosier in one hand and kept her head high. She dared not look towards her hand, and she dared not let her eyes stray to the floor. So little of movement could give her away if he looked too deep into it. If angels were truly sided with this, Michael wouldn't have been much of an issue, now wouldn't they? Raphael would show a more convincing favoritism towards Gabriel, and perhaps Gabriel's actions would have been agreed upon in the first place. Even if she wanted to insist to the king that the better was on their side, Daniella knew otherwise. If any moment came to be that the king was in harm's way in her sights, she would have to decide fight or flight, and fight would reveal that the demons and devils were on their side.

Holding herself together, she lifted her crosier from the floor and placed it back down again. "Your Majesty Fairchild," She stated, "I understand your concerns, but to make appearance in this meeting would benefit Gabriel greatly. If you are not present, they may make decisions without your knowledge, and that cannot be risked. If the news is so important, the kingdom cannot miss one step into knowing what it is. Though you may not be fully welcomed, it would be unwise of them to ignore you. If they choose to toss you aside then they will face those consequences, for my faith lies in this kingdom under your ruler-ship, King Fairchild..." She nodded her head down, then looked up to him. Her expression softened. Mellurium's eyes caught her attention in a brief moment. She seemed stunned, perhaps by his grace and appearance, or the color of his eyes that captured her attention, but she dared not to dwell on them for too long. Daniella took an audible breath in and out before finishing her statement.

"If they dare harm you, may they receive a punishment in seven-fold; I believe the angels are sided with us, but above all else, Gabriel watches over us." Daniella looked upon his brows to his head, then to the top of his throne, and set her unoccupied hand across her midsection. "What do you think now, your majesty?"

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Lance was taken by surprise to see Ainsley and without much for a greeting. It didn't really bother him though. The servant appeared to be prepared and ready to go quickly, but what else was to be expected from the king's servant? Only the finest of servants, and Lance could see that in this man.

"Why, of course," Lance smiled and nodded, then started to make his way to the throne room. He assumed Ainsley followed him during this time, and while Lance didn't necessarily rush, he didn't wish to stroll through the castle either. He couldn't keep the king waiting for too long, but at the same time, he was hoping to have some questions answered. "Hey, so, Ainsley," Lance started, taking his best approach to a casual conversation while making way to the throne room, "You've seen the king lately, haven't you? He took me by surprise – the king's appearance, you know. He looks a lot younger than I remember... Maybe he woke up on the right side of the bed? What do you say?" He tried not to look at the servant eye to eye and not become too loud, but to just say enough in given time in hopes that he could get even the slightest of insight from Ainsley.

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Standing with straight structure, she nodded to Ichabod's words. She dared not smile at them, but she felt warmed by them. She had come to enjoy this warmth. It couldn't compare to what a flame could do, but it was close to the slightest, faded memory of a touch to her skin. She would call it sunlight if she could, but she couldn't say that certainly. Growing up within the sealed version of Lucifer made it hard for her to remember that sunlight is a thing, just as much as weather and any other outdoor occurrences. Dandelions, rain drops, and moonlight too, these were things that the Kingdom of Lucifer once knew. Nowadays, all of that belonged to old stories and passages saved from a time long ago.

Lenore continued to cling to the materials in her hands. It won't be much longer, she thought to herself. In only a matter of time would the Kingdom of Lucifer take to the surface again.

She turned her attention to Ichabod again. Lenore heard his faint voice come to her, and it was if she tossed all her thoughts aside just to tend to him and his questions. However, she could not yield him a fulfilling answer, or at least one she would be pleased with.

"I ask myself the same question," Lenore shrugged. She looked towards the door and then back at Ichabod. "If anything," She said softly, "I will summon myself under urgent means." She paused, looked back at her books, then at him. "It's urgent, is it not?" Lenore only expected one kind of response from him, and she expected him to say yes. As she waited, she started to tap her foot in the room, leaving a partial echo between the silence of her and Ichabod.

War of the Angelic Trio [recruit]

If anyone has questions they wish to ask within PM, I will gladly answer those questions.

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I will have my post up by tomorrow. I apologize for the wait.

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@urukhai -- No worries! It hasn't brought too much confusion just yet. Though a little bit more clarification will be nice whenever you can, but just keep that in mind for next time.

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It is fine. I'm far more calmed down than I was before... I forgive both, assuming it was not within your intentions.

I posted just now, but would like to make a quick note on things (specifically for those pinged in my post already, @Cubix & @urukhai)

Though Cubix posted before urukhai, I found it easier to write in that Rancor would appear after Olifina and Hadrian due to the entries presented. The last portion of urukhai's post has them already present in the room, ready to be interacted with, and within Cubix's post, Rancor is knock knock knocking on Heaven's door. Well, not literally, but still knocking. I still also know that Serenity, AimeChambers's character, is still present, and given that urukhai's post didn't seem to touch on Serenity being there but Cubix's post did, I went with my best assumption that Olifina and Hadrian were present before Serenity and Rancor.

I apologize if I misread your post, urukhai. I reread it a couple times and decided that my best take on it was to manage with this specific order. I hope this didn't create any problems for you.

In other news, Valentine's post isn't present because he's waiting on Auberon's response to arrive (assuming it's in the middle of being sent) and Caymdahr's response (no rush; just explaining why Valentine isn't being touched upon just yet). I apologize to Wisp if they are stuck without anything for Cordelia at this moment. Cordelia knows how to twiddle her thumbs though, right?

In other news, I hope you all are proud of me for one particular line in my response. Now, I shall proceed to paint my dragon-y nails until more posts arrive.

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@Wisp @Cubix @urukhai @AimeChambers

Running her fingers through the curtain’s lines, Adeline’s worries started to pile. It felt as if every minute of thought was running through a list of ‘what-if’ scenarios, attempting to shake her out of attending the meeting. Perhaps the thoughts were a sign of not to go, but she had pushed them aside. Trust Valentine, she told herself, and do it for your parents – your mother, your father, your sister, and your brother. Well, perhaps her brother wouldn’t care as much, but she wasn’t certain if he would care either. She didn’t know him well enough to be certain about her speculations on him.

Her head turned at the moment she was addressed. There was her brother, standing tall and patient with a smile and mourning colors. Adeline was sure that she did not disclose her clothing decision with her servants today, but perhaps he had the same idea as her. She returned his smile, though weaker and fainter than ever before. Then, she looked upon the letter on the desk, then back at Auberon.

“Yes, I have,” Adeline gently said, “I will be attending the meeting. I trust you will be as well?” A part of her had the impulse to smile a bit more due to her word choice, knowing that she just reflected a bit of her brother’s. It was humorous to her for the moment, but her lips returned to a weak smile. She then looked towards the door.

Entering the room first were Olifina and Hadrian, who bowed as they entered. It seemed that at the very moment they entered the room, Adeline made a partial change in tone, only a touch more cheery in sound than speaking with her brother. “Please, have a seat if you wish. Our discussion will begin shortly, and it won’t take long.” She looked up to Auberon, “Is that correct, Auberon?” She had hoped as well that since she summoned the persons in the room she would be the one leading the discussion.

In a short while after, Adeline heard a knock on the door, and a familiar voice. Ah, yes, Rancor was now present. “Permission to enter granted, Rancor,” Adeline had raised her voice just to be heard from beyond the door. She stayed at her desk however, expecting him to enter through after giving him permission. “Seat yourself if you wish,” Her voice became quieter, and back to being gentle, “It’ll only be a moment’s time.”

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Caught by surprise, Daniella and Lance’s conversation ended shortly with the king’s presence. This caught both the bishop and warrior by surprise, though startling Lance into a panic more than anything else. For a moment, he thought he was getting in trouble, and then how would he explain himself? He wouldn’t had, he’d just accept the punishment to come for slacking off. Then he’d probably proceed to watch Daniella become excused from her bishop position, considering that, for all he knows, she doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut.

Lance nodded towards King Fairchild, and said, “Will do, your royal majesty.” With that, Lance left with haste, leaving a baffled Daniella behind. She was under a particular spell of confusion from the moment she looked upon King Fairchild. His skin, appearance, and activity caught her attention like ever before. It was strange to say that he appeared younger than her or Lance. Was it the lack of sunlight or perhaps this new preference of chamomile over jasmine? Daniella didn’t have a clue about tea but she would be damn to learn that chamomile held magical properties for one’s appearance. She chuckled none of the less, though was quick to clear her throat and follow Caymdahr.

Daniella’s robes flowed with her movement, dressed in the colors white and accented green, carrying her crosier in one hand. Her hands gloved, her head high, and her blue eyes would stare upon those who she and the king passed by. They had similar expressions as well, or at least those she caught an eye on. Maybe it’s been awhile since she’s seen the king – yeah, that’s a good sturdy assumption, and the best one to use to keep herself from asking the king any questions about it. Though, if he had found a fountain or fruit of youthfulness, he wouldn’t tell her anyways.

Entering the throne room, Daniella remained attentive and took the letter from Caymdahr, then started to skim it. The letter did catch Daniella by surprise, her eye brows raised, and she looked back towards Caymdahr and his rose. Then, she returned back to the little, now reading it under her breath. Mouthing every word presented to her eyes. At first, her face read with confusion, but it all became clear to her as she looked back towards King Fairchild upon his throne.

“Your Majesty,” Daniella started in a calm tone, “I think that King Valentine is, to say, out of his mind to believe that all parties will sit together willingly for a meeting. Given our past relation with them, and theirs’ with the Kingdom of Michael, and furthermore ours with the Kingdom of Michael, King Valentine is either wishfully thinking or desperate for discussion. It has been awhile since the three kingdoms have corresponded though. If the information is so important to be discussed, I do not understand why King Valentine did not disclose it. By the choice of words and handwriting though, this letter does seem important…” She breathed in, holding back snarky remarks and jokes towards the fellow kingdoms in her statement. “An importance that should be attended to by any means necessary.”

She nodded her head towards Caymdahr as she finished her statement. “May I ask for your thoughts, your Majesty?” She held a smile towards him, eyebrows perked with interest, as she returned the letter to him. Daniella held onto her crosier tightly, her eyes still on the king. While she was tuned in to hear him, she couldn’t help but wonder about his youthful appearance, and how the other monarchs would react to this.

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Lance stormed through the castle, his feet quick to find Ainsley. He knew very little about the servant other than key parts of his appearance: mid-twenties, hair down to the neck, and with a charming appearance. Or handsome, beautiful, whichever the word was? For a servant, he was. The king looked quite youthful himself, handsome and young again, though Lance was sure that he was older than Ainsley… Wasn’t he? Maybe he was recalling Caymdahr’s old man Tenebris, but Lance was sure he enlisted five years ago during Caymdahr’s rule.

Oh, of all things that seemed to be slipping from his mind. He’ll have to take more study into the kingdom’s history again. That wouldn’t be yielding him any promotion soon, not that the current task would either. Even if fetching Ainsley didn’t yield the promotion of Lance’s dreams, he was going to perfect the task to a t. If Lance does, who knows, maybe Ainsley will perfect his task to a tea. He proudly smiled to himself as he proceeded down the halls.

Now, if Lance was a servant, where would he be at this time of day? Working most likely, because servants rarely slept, right? However, the question of where one would be working came into play. He started going up and down the halls of the castle, knocking and asking at every other door for Ainsley, but no matter what the or lack of answer was there was no Ainsley. Alright, so, what other place would a servant be at? The kitchen – of course! He had hoped the servant would be there.

Reaching the kitchen, Lance stared into the room, eyes scanning around. “Ainsley, you here?” Lance inquired. “The king seeks your presence and tea.” He then cleared this voice and recalled the words Caymdahr said, something about a preference. “Chamomile this time, not that awful jasmine.” Lance lingered in the room, unwilling to go just yet. Perhaps he can walk back with the servant to strike up a conversation about the king and his appearance. Ainsley would have to have some idea, wouldn’t he? Though, considering that a king may not be that close with his servant, Lance would be wrong. It was worth a shot.

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The girl’s face lit up the moment he spoke. She had expected him to speak, but his words swept her feet. She refrained from smiling as much as possible, forcing her words to come out.

“We have. The seal has become weak, capable of being broken within hours,” Lenore confidently spoke. She waved her hair over her shoulders, pushing most of it back other than her bangs. “I am glad to hear.” Lenore didn’t have a clue of how the kingdom was a century ago, but hearing that the progress was made by her own doing would be something that she would be glad of. If it wasn’t for the kingdom’s system of battle and cruelty, why, she would boast about it. However, the last thing she would want is a beheading for claiming too much credit. Lenore didn’t know the current king as well, but knew one thing true for all monarchs in the kingdom – they’ve acquired their thrones through barbaric ways.

Lenore dared not push her luck any further as to continue speaking about her accomplishments. Though she would like to, she wouldn’t wish to have the worst punishment for doing so: death. Not upon herself or Ichabod, though suppose it’d be alright if a servant’s head or two rolled to the floor.

“Ichabod,” She stated clearly, in hopes of occupying his attention, “This feat would not have been as easily accomplished without yourself or your capabilities.” She felt as if the statement spoke for itself. If it wasn’t for Ichabod there would be far more wasted units. That wasn’t a concern for the Kingdom of Lucifer, but was important for Lenore that as many resources should be used as possible. What would be better than reusing a resource after all? Though a corpse wouldn’t stand as long as a living creature, it provided effective enough during the seal weakening for Lenore to notice. She kept her arms wrapped before her, holding onto her books as she passed the time with small talk.

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I looked at this, I stressed. I looked back at this, continued to stress. I absolutely cannot tolerate anymore of this. Cheers, I suppose.

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@Wisp @MonsieurShade @Cubix @AimeChambers @urukhai @SleepingSilence

Rules have been updated. Read them. Specifically the following:

Respond with two relevant paragraphs when you post for each character. There is no posting order, but do not over-post.
A paragraph is three to six sentences long.
Whatever over-posting is to you, don't do it.
Only GM and Co-GM can push time along in the roleplay.
You do not get to say if it's the next day, evening, afternoon, and so on.
Romance and violence will be limited; do not go overboard.
PG-13; Kissing is alright, no sexual content present.
No detailed gore.

No more turn order. I don't know what over-posting may be to you, but just don't do it. Space your posts out as you see fit. I already have a slight dread in having to trust people on this decision. The other rule is present for players' comfort and reading.

No player will advance time in the roleplay; only GM and co-GM can declare when a significant amount of time has passed (a time period that is considerably going from morning to midday, or 9 PM in the evening to 5 AM). Yes, two paragraphs minimum for each character, and that's final. If anyone has any questions, comments, or concerns... I suppose you can PM me, but no promises that they will not go ignored for a little while.

I do not plan to change rules anytime soon after this, and in fact would prefer not to. If clarifications must be made, I will make them. That is all. Back to writing up my IC post. Thank you for your time and eyes.

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@SleepingSilence -- Posting can take awhile, but as stated before, I don't expect the roleplay to be fast-pace. Though, if adaptations have to be made (I don't imagine in current time, but perhaps later on if the turn-order or four day wait presents more problems than imagined), I suppose I can make them... I wouldn't do such without everyone knowing. That'd be rude.

Given that there is a turn order for people to post, yes. If player 3 fails to post for their turn and they are skipped, they will have to wait until it is their turn again to post. Though, this is probably where and when the issue of turn-posting starts to arise; player 3 may be needed for the given situation, such as they are playing with the most interaction at the moment, or about to do something that could change the roleplay's course... I'd like to think someone wouldn't miss their post then, but if it calls for their post being important in the very moment and everyone else agrees, I'll let them post. In exchange, they now have a new turn in the post-order. Such should be discussed OOC since it's a thing that we all should be aware about.

I don't wish to bend over backwards on my rules, but I suppose I can if there is a majority in agreement.

For your turn-order example with eight days, if two players do not go, say 4 and 5 do not go, and they do not say anything about not being able to post (they remain silent), then it can take eight days before 6 can post. If 4 pops in and says they'll post, then players will still be waiting up to four days for 4 to post, implying that 4 takes all those days. If 4 realizes that they can't post in time and let's everyone know in OOC, and allows to be skipped, then I really don't see why we should be sitting around for four days -- then will be the start of 5 to go, and they have 4 days to respond. But yes, implying that two players go silent and use up their four days, it can take eight days for a response. That's pretty long, but I'd like to think such wouldn't happen. Four days is a good amount of time, even if one only ends up making a rough draft outline for others to play along with; I understand that someone may write faster or slower than another, but four days should be a generous amount of time to write the minimum of two paragraphs.

Yes, and I suppose you may be right, but I will be sticking with the rule for now. As much as I would like to expect more to join, I simply can't plan it. Especially now the roleplay is off the ground, I'm not sure how many would be willing to jump in. I don't like to depend on the possibility of it either. It's not promised.

Here's an idea that crossed my mind, but iffy about

You don't have to throw all your characters into one post I suppose. I can make arrangements to have each character a player has to go in a different order... It sounds chaotic, but can be done. In example with Wisp's characters, maybe they want Cordelia and Ichabod on one post and Picard and Auberon on another. Or have all four of them in separate posts. They can do that, but their posts will still be part of a turn order... And once they do this, I don't wanna see them condense all their characters back to one post. So, if anytime you have characters possibly interacting with each other on long or short period of time, then... In general that'd be a kinda bad idea, given the circumstances, but I suppose since I have now put the offer on the table and if a player finds it easier that way, then be my guest to have separate turns for characters. Though, two characters can't be directly next to each other in post order; there has to be player between the one playing more than one character.

I believe this can get messy fast if someone has a post that should be combining characters. I don't want to give the player a turn advantage by the means of "well since these two characters did that in one post, and my next post should be the other character, so i can do more of this with these two characters!". So, I might shove that idea back into the closet, but it's a thing I thought of and players, if so interested, may contact my co-GM about. They'll gladly make a turn-order list just to keep track of this.

I have to head off to lessons. I'm sure this only complicated things, but I tried.

As for everyone else, when I return from lessons and a bit of packing I shall post my response (now including pings! Wow!).