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In Deep Ground 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
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It's open for one more person. We're willing to have three people for this. Can you elaborate on your second question?


Does it need to be a fellow rebel? Or could it be as far off as like a night time security guard working at a shopping center? Is there anything you're looking for in particular?
In Deep Ground 10 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
So...is this still open? Also how crazy or grounded would a character need to be in this?
All my writing powers...EUGH! *Pees pants.* Two posts...in twenty four hours...AUGH! *Farts a little.*
And also, even though it doesn't mean a whole lot from me, to Dark Jack and Ashgan, those where some pretty solid initial posts. I just sorta feel like I dumped my shit all over them.
The Middle-Grounds Cleansing


Riley had been shuffling along the walkway for a good...actually he couldn't quite recall. Had it been mere minutes or hours, his head turned towards the sun. Its position told that almost no time had gone by since he'd begun his trek. This could not be right, his legs spoke another story, they where tired and his feet where sore. The sweat he had produced had already soaked through to his...tunic...where was his tunic? Slowly he looked down and felt about his torso with his free right hand, as if it was simply now transparent.

Gradually he came to the conclusion,"Musta' never even had a tunic.", he nodded, "Would've done me no sort of good anyhow.", and continued with his linear shuffle across the decrepit boarding.

Slowly but surely he began to lose himself in thought again, he started to bob his head to the rhythm of the creaks below him, which fell in cadence with each step he took. His mind wandered about a muddled coagulation of distant memories and ideas that seemed to swirl about without order or reason. Abruptly, he was called back to reality by the sound of water bubbling to either side of him. He swiveled about in attempt to identify the source of it, when he realized the entire swamp appeared to be boiling, harsh steam rising to greet his skin. All the dead trees where alight, burning with a sort passionate rage, and the wood of the walkway followed suit, quickly engulfing his entirety in the intense heat. There was no time to scream, to panic or think, all he could do was resign himself to this fate. He let himself fall into the fiery bosom of eternity so that he may be cleansed of his wron--- *thump*-as soon as he had hit the wood, the world returned to as it was and as it had been. Nothing was on fire...nothing was boiling, it was simply the same bog he had been traversing since the morning.

He propped himself up and felt around his waist for a sword, that had never been there. "Right, aye, what would I be needing a sword for." He furrowed his brows in frustration with his own confusion. And what about his cloak? What cloak? Honestly he had not the slightest as to why he had his left arm poised like that, he chalked it up to the horrendous humidity toying with him. Upon his hands and knees still his ears picked up on a subtle noise behind him. A sort of angered shuffling, the rattling of chain-mail, the stomping of heavy boots, and something thin and metal being lugged behind.

"Oi, you little twiggy CUNT, you ran from fate."


Riley's breathing grew hoarse, his sweat stone cold. The world shifted beneath him as he responded in a tone just above a whisper, "...yo-y-y-you didn't have to go in there...we could've left...", he shut his eyes and barred his teeth as if about to receive a blow, still planked on all fours.

"You KNEW WHAT WE WHERE WE DOING! YOU KNEW WHAT IT MEANT! WE WHERE TO BURN!


He panicked turning about to face the voice coming towards him. Upon his feet he stumbled backwards, the world pulled away and his vision narrowed as he stared longways down the path into the mist. Only a few feet backwards he pressed up against something solid, the scene about him changed.

Riley Dempsey stood within a courtyard connecting two wings of the St. Alexanders Cathedral, within the Southern Muerice trades town of Hobbleston. Outside it was mid-afternoon, a slight breeze brought a chill to the region, the sun was intermittently hidden by passing storm clouds. It was the last days of the winter season. Younger now he was, a man of twenty and three, a boy he was. Clad in black and brown studded-leathers, a broad sword held in his right. There was blood streaked across his trousers. At this moment Riley did not so much roam through his memory of free will, he was bound by what had already occurred, a helpless onlooker.

He made way for the small wooden door and pressed it open. Inside a voice challenged his entry. "Oi, oi whose that there?", it demanded.

"Dempsey lad." He responded as he continued into the small hallway. Closing the door behind himself.

The southerly man, a bit taller and thicker than Riley but adorned in a similar fashion, exhaled in happy relief. "Dempsey I-I uh I'm glad ya made it 'ere.", the other relaxed slightly.

Already sharing the same thought Riley spoke quickly and surely, "We're going to get out of here, this place will be crumbling down soon with the flames spreading as they are. Where are the rest?"

Instantly his comrade responded, "The four ar' already a' the southern wing. But Gerskie he...he's still causin' chaos in there. I think 'e doesn't plan...", Riley cut him off with a raised hand.

He then nodded to the double doors behind the man, "Is he through there?".

The mans right arm lifted slightly towards the entrance and he nodded only saying, "Aye.".

Riley quickly strode past the other on his way to the door, saying only, "I've got him don't worry. Just wait here for me...I'll be back soon.".
As Riley shoved open the double doors the memory grew hazy, occluded by the smoke. He only heard some of the conversation that took place.

"We've done enough, we've made our statement. We can go."


"WE AREN'T FOR ANYTHING ELSE DEMPSEY, THIS IS OUR END."


And then he found himself dropping, the grating in the back of his mind was excruciating, water washed over him and he sank into the black. If he had the mind to think about, he would've thought about how much he had been tripping backwards lately. Beneath the black water, it was empty, not murky, there simply was nothing to be observed. Luckily he did know how to swim and made for the surface. He broke the water finding himself only a stones throw from the shore of this swamp. Quickly he stroked to the bank, stomped up through the mud all whilst slipping about, and found his balance leaning up against a small tree. Riley's vision swayed left and right, his reality was waved about uncertainly as he slowly shuffled further inland occasionally sinking into mud puddles. In his disoriented state he never saw them approach, not until he lifted his head did he see the tall white figures. Four, as best as he could discern, encircled him. Tall cloaked figures, each wore the hollow head of some kind of moose like creature with large tangling antlers protruding out. All had a small piece of parchment, they where taking notes as they observed him...judged him. Riley's confusion turned to anger.

"WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE ME!?", he lashed out, scrunching up his face in a snarl. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM!", he lurched about throwing his arms in an aggressive manner.

The abominations scribbled furiously fueling his rage against them, "THEY ABANDONED ME!!! YOU'LL NEVER KNOW!".

And then it was done, the swamp was gone, he realized he was no longer wet, bone dry actually, and no mud was caked over his body. He turned in every direction, the mist was gone, Riley stood now in the center of a clearing, patches of dry grass clung to hard and gravelly dirt. Around the opening was a sparse forest of dried out trees. All his possessions where still gone...he made a shamble northward into the woods eventually reaching the treeline. From there a small hill led down to the northwest leading into rolling hills. His head swiveled left, to the north east a rocky plains stretched on into eternity. And far far far out north a massive and foreboding mountain stood over the lands. Without another word he began trudging into the foothills in the vague hope of finding water. He really was quite parched.


Thanks, and it's all pretty new to me. This is really the first site I've come too...I guess for "official" RPing anyway. I used to mess around other places, but nothing serious or involved.
The Depths


The surrounding bog was a frightful venture, black and wicked trees sprouted above the waters surface, twisting and turning in unreal fashions. A low-lying mist coated the waters surface restricting the ordinary persons vision to about 10 meters. The water itself was lifeless, not a thing daring to disturb its surface. It was the small wooden catwalk which held the audacity to disrupt the emptiness, and even it was equally dull. Truly the whole place would immediately be recognized as unsettling, if it could even be seen, but the current and only onlooker's eyesight had been stunted by a severe lacking in light. For Riley, at the present, everything was pitch black, having trouble seeing his own hands. At that moment he was seated in what he had guessed to be the center of the walk way, leaning on a sheathed short sword gripped by both hands at the pommel. The blades masked tip pressed against the old wood. His plan was to wait out the darkness in favor of sunlight, he would wait for a few hours and once he could get his bearings, he could then proceed to march through in order to find civilization or at the least people. All in all he conceded that it was a good plan, save for the waiting part, which was proving near unbearable.

"C'mon....c'mon....", he muttered as he fidgeted with the sword. Gripping it that much tighter.

Riley considered himself a fairly patient person, but it was the absolute silence and stillness of the night putting him on edge. No wildlife to croak or chirp, no splashes or crickets. His eyes rolled about, dodging from left to right nervously, without reason. His ears were on full alert and where ready to have him jump at the slightest plop. Sweat had started to cling to his brow, either due to his own anxiety or the humidity, he pinned it to both. An idle hand was occasionally raised to deal with the offending perspiration.

In adapting to his new situation the rouge had rolled up both sleeves to his shoulders and removed the cloak, figuring it wouldn't make good water weight or help stave off the humidity. The cloak had taken on a new roll of cushioning his sore ass. Besides, the extra cover wasn't necessary being that there seemed to be no pests or bug life of any sort to keep away.

He began weakly uttering a tune to himself to calm the nerves,"And if he goes...let the dogs out back...let the widow dress in black...for she knows he's never marching home...", and it went on like that as he slowly drifted in and out of consciousness, lulling about where he was seated.

"Aye? You see that? We aren't gonna be havin' any more of that now are we? Soon there'll only be friendly men with swords, and not so friendly ones aye?"


A few hours later his head lurched back up to find the place illuminated by the early morning rays. Looking over himself he found that the death grip on the hilt had held even throughout his napping, and that he had sweated a good deal. Riley turned his gaze to meet the pale light, squinting at its intensity. At his initial attempt to rise he fell back, reaching both arms behind himself to catch his body. The second time he enlisted the help of all four appendages and rose without a hitch. He bent down a snatched up his re purposed garment, folding it up and hanging it over his left forearm. As he began moving about, the wood beneath him creaked and groaned softly, as if in weak protest to the shift in weight. He stood straight up with all his belonging in hand and surveyed the environment.

Regarding the sun, which was roughly at the catwalks three o' clock to his right, he noted, "Heuh...'spose this path runs just about straight North an' South from here...", he trailed off.

To this thought his brows rose and he nodded slightly in an off hand approval of that being the case. "Guess that may make things a touch simpler..."

Though the place still made him tense, he was simply glad to have endured and left the night behind. With the advent of morning he would hopefully be able to escape this wasteland.
Fixed


Muerice:
Right then! I'll hop to it.
Yes I quite literally just joined the RP Guild and without knowing anything about anything decided this looked cool and posted. Sorry about that it wasn't till after posting that I'd realized I'd messed up. Again sorry everyone.
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