I will repeat a subtle rune— And thronging suns of Otherwhere Shall blaze upon the blinded air, And spectres terrible and fair Shall wake the riven world at noon.
The star that was mine empery In dust upon unwinnowed skies: But primal dreams have made me wise, And soon the shattered years shall rise To my remembered sorcery.
To mantic mutterings, brief and low, My palaces shall lift amain, My bowers bloom; I will regain The lips whereon my lips have lain In rose-red twilights long ago.
Before my murmured exorcism The world, a wispy wraith, shall flee: A stranger earth, a weirder sea, People with shapes of Fäery, Shall swell upon the waste abysm.
The pantheons of darkened stars Shall file athwart the crocus dawn; Goddess and Gorgon, Lar and faun, Shall tread the amaranthine lawn, And giants fight their thunderous wars.
Like graven mountains of basalt, Dark idols of my demons there Shall tower through bright zones of air, Fronting the sun with level stare; And hell shall pave my deepest vault.
Phantom and fiend and sorceror Shall serve me...till my term shall pass, And I become no more, alas, Than a frail shadow on the glass Before some latter conjurer.
Nice. And the only game that might have inspired that thought could have been Dues Ex: Invisible War, but even then, only if you combined the fascist Templars from that game with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Which, come to think of it, might not be out of the realm of possibility in a setting like this...
Anyway, I am still working out a character concept. Thinking about bringing some prehistoric fun into this. Mainly of the humanoid Pteranodon variety.
<Snipped quote by Fecund Verdure> You're very welcome!
I have a few pictures that I got while out in Plymouth. I can PM you them after I get out of work if you're interested in seeing them. Otherwise, I've seen nothing out of the ordinary. . . Yet.
Sure.
I'd also say don't be discouraged that you haven't seen anything. Some of the strangest phenomenae might be tasted, smelt, touched, or heard, after all.
Does the city have an underground? For subways? Sewage systems? Once both but now all abandoned and rumored to be inhabited by strange luddite cultists with swords?
@Kiyran I know. People are so against weirdness. I once tried describing my interests as "dark" when I was in a mood to write about monsters, and forbidden dark magic, and everyone sort of assumed I wanted to write about addiction, torture and/or abuse. So, I am hoping that "strange" gets my intention across more efficiently.
And woe betide such pretentious, and unimaginative fools as those who dismiss the glorious, joy-bringing art that is flowery writing!
@Cyndyr Excellent! Keep me in mind if you find or start anything that is very far away from the realistic side of roleplaying.
And have you had any inexplicable experiences whilst investigating the paranormal?
I would love to play this as some kind of odd, monstrous creature like a drider type of being or maybe some kind of extra-reptilian winged naga, or some similarly inhuman and fantastical life form.
I'm interested in writing and escaping from life into vast expanses of hidden realms and strange ages. That is to say, I am a bit wordy. Not exactly an advanced roleplayer, I just like to write flowery and vivid descriptions of things like I'm some sort of goth kid from the 1990s.
Probably because I grew up around then. Anyway I am older now. And hopefully wiser. Either way I am bored with existence and I want to strengthen my imagination. So roleplaying sounds like a great option.
And this site seems pretty awesome. So here I am.
I have no particular interests or expectations at this this time, other than wanting to stay away from RPs that are very realistic/slice-of-life-ish. I like the weird, mysterious, and obscure. Maybe fantasy or sci-fi or some other strangeness would be interesting. So here's to finding something cool. And cheers to all of you.
I will repeat a subtle rune—
And thronging suns of Otherwhere
Shall blaze upon the blinded air,
And spectres terrible and fair
Shall wake the riven world at noon.
The star that was mine empery
In dust upon unwinnowed skies:
But primal dreams have made me wise,
And soon the shattered years shall rise
To my remembered sorcery.
To mantic mutterings, brief and low,
My palaces shall lift amain,
My bowers bloom; I will regain
The lips whereon my lips have lain
In rose-red twilights long ago.
Before my murmured exorcism
The world, a wispy wraith, shall flee:
A stranger earth, a weirder sea,
People with shapes of Fäery,
Shall swell upon the waste abysm.
The pantheons of darkened stars
Shall file athwart the crocus dawn;
Goddess and Gorgon, Lar and faun,
Shall tread the amaranthine lawn,
And giants fight their thunderous wars.
Like graven mountains of basalt,
Dark idols of my demons there
Shall tower through bright zones of air,
Fronting the sun with level stare;
And hell shall pave my deepest vault.
Phantom and fiend and sorceror
Shall serve me...till my term shall pass,
And I become no more, alas,
Than a frail shadow on the glass
Before some latter conjurer.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I will repeat a subtle rune— <br>And thronging suns of Otherwhere <br>Shall blaze upon the blinded air, <br>And spectres terrible and fair <br>Shall wake the riven world at noon. <br><br>The star that was mine empery <br>In dust upon unwinnowed skies: <br>But primal dreams have made me wise, <br>And soon the shattered years shall rise <br>To my remembered sorcery. <br><br>To mantic mutterings, brief and low, <br>My palaces shall lift amain, <br>My bowers bloom; I will regain <br>The lips whereon my lips have lain <br>In rose-red twilights long ago. <br><br>Before my murmured exorcism <br>The world, a wispy wraith, shall flee: <br>A stranger earth, a weirder sea, <br>People with shapes of Fäery, <br>Shall swell upon the waste abysm. <br><br>The pantheons of darkened stars <br>Shall file athwart the crocus dawn; <br>Goddess and Gorgon, Lar and faun, <br>Shall tread the amaranthine lawn, <br>And giants fight their thunderous wars. <br><br>Like graven mountains of basalt, <br>Dark idols of my demons there <br>Shall tower through bright zones of air, <br>Fronting the sun with level stare; <br>And hell shall pave my deepest vault. <br><br>Phantom and fiend and sorceror <br>Shall serve me...till my term shall pass, <br>And I become no more, alas, <br>Than a frail shadow on the glass <br>Before some latter conjurer.</div>
