Durandal

Carpe Diem

I'll probably make a couple of guys, one traveller and one local.

Carpe Diem

I'm personally of the idea that the amnesiac path would be best. Simple, plenty of room for development, and who doesn't love amnesia?
If we're going to set the RP around the Black Death, at the beginning would probably be best. Considering we're in England, we'll have a good amount of time before it affects us at all, and allows us to view the pandemic personally when it arrives.

Carpe Diem

I'm fine with whatever we choose to do, although oakman's idea certainly sounds interesting. Should be fun either way

The Axrelien Conflict - A Science-Fiction Nations RP.

Might consider joining. Depends on if I have the time.

Medieval Life Simulator (adventure, mystery, slice of life, magic)

I've never really partaken in a realistic RP taking place in an old world setting. Seems supremely interesting. Consider me in.

Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)

The Sister raised her eyebrows at the Horatio Drake's comment towards the hefty woman attempting to get his attention. His manner of insulting seemed almost nonchalant, as if the words came simply because he viewed himself as better. Given the heavily armed and well-armored retinue around him, there was likely some truth to that fact.

"Follow me, boy. Keep close and I will ensure you are not harmed," she intoned, although her eyes remained forward rather than moving towards the orphan whose hand she held. Striding quickly towards the group, back held straight, a small touch of caution entered her mind as a man foolishly dashed into the open towards Horatio, avoiding some shots at him while yelling "Don't Shoot!"

Sighing at the inane manner with which simple men could act, the Sister raised her hand as she made her own approach. With hope the trappings of a member of the Adepta Sororitas would stay their fire. "Greetings, captain," she called out. "By the grace of the Emperor, I shall by joining your voyage."

Of Mice and Men and Zombies (Accepting!)

Time constraints will not permit me to participate. Have fun everyone.

Falling Skies: PMC (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space-Odyssey/Opera)

EDIT: Due to time constraints, I will not be able to participate in this RP. Best of luck to everyone.

Of Mice and Men and Zombies (Accepting!)

1930s? Zombies? Deceit, betrayal, and action? Count me in.

Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)

Renewal

As the noble simply sat there for an interminable time, the Sister scoffed in disgust. If he would not answer in voice or action then she was not his to take care of. Motioning for the orphan to lead them forward, she soon reentered the shadowed alleys, trotting along them as quickly as the orphan could lead her. The bark of stubber and autogun fire and the cracking of lasguns now filled the air constantly, ebbing and flowing from location to location.

A distinctive whir caught her ears, one which she had not often heard and still remembered with shuddering fear: the motors of a chain axe. It could not be one of the Khornate Berzerkers for their presence would surely have been noted. That begged the question as to who it was.

"You, boy. Bring me to the sound of that chain axe. Hastily now!" she commanded, forcing the boy to swerve around a corner they had almost passed. Her ears noted the ceasing of the motors, meaning that whatever combat there had been had ceased. Placing a hand on the orphan's shoulder to hold him back, she peeked around the corner of the alley, bolt pistol in hand. Legs trundled out of sight around an intersection, prompting her to exit and follow.

The weilder of the chain axe- a finely dressed man with a retinue of guards, was walking towards a distant ship as another woman came into view, calling out to the man. As the woman, Blissponis, had done the work to attract the group's attention, the Sister simply holstered her bolt pistol and took the orphan's hand.