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7 yrs ago
Happy 10th Anniversary, RolePlayer Guild! Its been one hell of a ride (Definitely didn't misspell that as "help" the first time, and have to re-post it)
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8 yrs ago
Thank the lord for the Roleplay Guild. Otherwise I might actually have to pay attention in lectures
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8 yrs ago
"Remember the times you could have pressed quit - but you hit continue" Hope everyone's having an alright day. If not, I hope things pick up for you
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8 yrs ago
You shot Church, you team killing fucktard!
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8 yrs ago
My sister saw me watching the Co-Optional Podcast and thought I was skyping my friends. How ridiculous! I don't have friends.
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The Dyslexia is strong with this one.

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He's accepted! Feel free to move Ibzan over to the CS Tab.
Still got openings? I've got ideas for a Demon character, but I'm not exactly sure what the reasonable limits would be or how exactly Demons fit in. Any advice?


Still plenty of openings!

Demons are some of the most batshit and inhuman characters in the Somabra-Verse, who're only interested in chaos and depravity. They can take many forms, and tend to flitter about using different identities, as blatantly revealing yourself to be a demon is a one way trip to the electric chair. If you want to play a demon that's absolutely fine, but please bare in mind I'll probably put your CS under a bit more scrutiny then I would a character of a different race, due to their tricky nature. Alternatively, you could always play a Fiendling, which are sort of half-demon mutants.

If you have any other questions please don't hesitate to ask!
I've had my eye on this for a while. How well-explored is the Vampire mob? Honestly, I watched the Godfather again recently, and I want to do something kind of mafia-esque with it. Perhaps at its lower levels it works like the Bratva, a brutal, Slavic gang, but at its higher levels it is more like the Costa Nostra with many customs and rituals, and more Latin/Italian influence. I'm thinking that the center of power for the Vampire mob originated in ancient Rome, and over time moved from Rome to Constantinople, and then to Moscow.


Glad to read of your interest!

The Nyctari were fleshed out more in the sequel games by myself and Rockette, but right now there's plenty of room to play around with their structure and such. In the 90's they split into two gangs (The Nyctari and The Nyte Kings), but as that transformation is yet to happen, you'd be more than welcome to portray the vampiric gangs in a manner you see fit
Yes I am most well thank you.

Healthy and happy which is all we can really ask for. Only tiny objection to that is it means I'm back to working full time which is just… tiring to say the least.


I feel you. Its a shame work is required in order to earn money. I've really started to loathe the necessity of jobs.
Bump!


“This just ain’t right, Nyxie,” Joshua Cavalio said with a frown, his pleasant face contorting with poorly-repressed frustration “the big families are supposed to be sacred, untouchable like, but in just a few -fucking- days we’ve lost Eddie Martovanni and Carmella Santoni.”

Nyxvira nodded understandingly, nibbling on a spoonful of chocolatey Gwaed Gwartheg, all the while maintaining perfect eye contact.

“Things ain’t supposed to be this way,” Cavalio rambled on “and it's got everyone scared shitless.”

“This will all blow over, honey,” Nyxvira promised in her most nurturing tone, placing one hand softly on top of Joshua’s “there isn’t a man alive who could take on the italians and win. Everything will go back to the way it was, you’ll see.”

Joshua let out a sigh, allowing his body to relax ever-so-slightly, whilst he leant back in his cafe chair, drawing some small comfort from the pleasant cafe atmosphere.

“That shit you pulled with Andreas really fucked Mister Dante off,” Joshua gave a nervous little laugh, lowering his voice, just in case anyone sitting nearby was a secret italian spy “if anyone from the family knew I was talking to you...”

“They won’t.” She vowed, rubbing the back of his hands with her plump fingers.

“Its this Judas fella,” Joshua babbled “I’ve heard of crazies, but this guy's a complete section eight. There’s no rhyme or reason to him, Nyxie; he’s a fucking psychopath. He’s just as likely to waste one of his own as he is one of ours, but he’s still got people lining up to kiss his goddamn feet. They’re scared of him, Nyxie, and the more I hear about Judas, the more I understand why.”

“He’s a madman,” The Faerie nodded “but that’ll be his undoing. Once the fear wears off, the other Hanged Men will drop him like a bad habit.”

“I dunno, Nyxie…” Joshua muttered.

He paused, sweat beading down his forehead.

“But anyway, enough about my problems.” Joshua said with a forced smile.

Fucking finally. Nyxie thought. He’s lucky he’s cute.

“Are you sure you’re okay to talk about this, sweetheart?” She asked with false affection.

“Yeah,” the gangster said, seemingly in an attempt to assure himself as much as his companion “best to take my mind off of things, you know? It's good to focus on something that isn’t about this mental war.”

“Only if you’re sure, sweetie.”

“I am.”

“Alright, then. I know you’ve done well for yourself since you joined up with the Italians, but I also know you still keep up with some of your old contacts, from before.”

Joshua’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Yeah.”

“Excellent,” Nyxie grinned “What are the chances of you getting me a meeting with Ruzghul Elfchewer?”

“Need a light?” A soft voice called out of the blackness.

“That’d be very much appreciated.” Louise said calmly.

Somewhere, out in the dark, a lithe figure lit a fat wax candle, which flickered to life with a hiss of flame. A wave of light washed over the room, bringing the frail man in his wooden chair into being.

“Which twin am I talking to?” Louise asked “Krull or Grull?”

“Irrelevant,” the twin gave a wave of his hand, swatting away her question “everything that I see, so too does my brother.”

“Alright then,” Louise shrugged her shoulders, pulling a battered old chair out of the darkness, before sitting down with a thud “O’ nameless one, I’m here because your messenger enticed me with a very promising proposition; one which I’m hoping you’ll elaborate on.”

“And I shall,” Krull/Grull vowed, his voice echoing through the emptiness “just as soon as you give me what was promised.”

More than a little vexed, Louise reached one hand into her leather pouch, pulling out a small metal-disk, which seemed to bleed green light. Miniature gears whirred across its surface, and at its heart was a tiny emerald.

“Archeo-Tech is so hard to come by, without sacrificing scores upon scores of men,” the twin gave a sharp titter “the Ritorio twins thank you for your kindness, Miss Couriere.”

“Now,” Louise spoke firmly “I’d like to discuss the reason I’m here.”

“Of course, of course,” the twin bobbed his bony head “a girl wants passage into Feikaina..and the Ritorio twins can be of service.”

“So you say,” Louise frowned “yet I’ve yet to see any evidence to validate your claims.”

“Prepare to be amazed.” The cold figure grinned, showing off rows of pointed teeth.

A skeletal hand, crooked like a tarantula, went skittering into Krull/Grull’s long black cloak, and emerged not long after; clutching a pale scroll, bound by a red wax seal.

“This will get you beyond the great stone walls, sweet Louise,” the twin said with a sharp smirk “the rest is up to you.”

“That’s all I need.” Louise declared, snatching the scroll from the twin’s hand, and rising to leave.

“Be warned, little general,” the figure called after Louise, as she made her way out of his den “Feikania is no place for the weak.”

Louise stopped in her tracks.

“Weakness has never been a problem for me.”

In a blur of movement, the young woman darted back across the room, a slither of hard steel slipping out of her cloak.

The twin tried to scream, but the dagger danced across his throat before he could gulp in the air, and soon his life blood was trickling down his throat. Louise ran her hands over his dying body, scooping up the Archeo-Tech Disk, and striding slowly out of the den; leaving Grull Ritorio to bleed out in his chair.

Outside the wooden shack, Laurent stood over the pale corpse of the doorman, cleaning the flat of his blade on his sleeve.

“Did you get what we came for?” He asked Louise, smiling darkly.

“I did indeed.”
Thank you thank you. Got a post up, its not much but its something.

Soo tired as of late its difficult to get the ol mind gears turning. But three day weekend ahead of me so plans to sleep a plenty and hopefully will be feeling better then!

How is everything for you my glorious Kingfishy?


Don't sell yourself short, I enjoyed it!

Things are well, thank you, noble Gatto. Just plodding along with life. And for you?
Will be getting a post up today! Things were just a bit crazy after returning from time away and playing catch up.

Will get back into the swing of things today onwards!


Awesome sauce! Glad things have calmed down for you, a bit.


The Knife clattered to the ground, dancing off of the cold stone floor, with its blade outstretched like the wings of some twisted bird.

“Prove yourself,” Judas said to Daniel Trieu “Show us what you’ve got, little one.”

Daniel could feel his hands shaking, his heart racing, as he slowly edged forwards, and grabbed hold of the blade. The world around him was fuzzy, and the knife felt light in his hands.

“Give me the knife and I’ll cut him, myself.” Someone laughed.

“You’ll do no such fucking thing,” Judas barked to the rabble of hanged men behind him “the cutting is a privilege. You don’t force that sort of thing upon a man. He has to earn it.”

Judas bent down so that he was level with Daniel, placing one pale hand on the side of his head. His bright green eyes bore into him, hot like the flames of hell itself.

“Come on, kitten,” Judas cooed “if you wanna do business with made men, you need to start acting like a made man.”

Daniel nodded, his words abandoning him, and forced the blade of the knife into the flesh of his left arm.

He felt the force of the metal ripping through his skin, puncturing him like a ruptured tire, slicing down to the very bone. The world vanished, and all that was left was the searing, head-splitting pain of steel through flesh. Blood pooled out of the wound, spilling forth and splattering against the stones. A thick trail of dark carmine slipped through the cracks, staining the floor red.

“Keep going.” a voice instructed him.

He gritted his teeth and yanked backwards, sheathing through his skin like a scythe through corn. The blood kept coming, and his flesh gave way, a jagged tear slashing backwards across his arm. A deep ravine was gouged into his skin, drowned beneath a tsunami of gushing blood.

“Good job, doll face,” Judas said with a leering grin like that of a hungry shark, pulling Daniel back into the real world “Now let's get that nasty little boo boo bandaged up.”




A few days later, Daniel sat across from Judas at Napoleon’s Palace, an up-market cafe in the Silver Expanse, with his arm all wound up in bandages. It stung like two bitches and a bastard.

The pair were dressed smartly, garbed in damn expensive tuxedos, but even with his dark hair slicked back across his head, Judas still looked off; like a hyena in a suit. He had the sleeve of one arm rolled up, and Danny could see the necrotic tattoos that wound across his pale flesh.

“They do the most delicious crêpes, Danny boy,” the leader of the hanged men gushed, rolling the word ‘delicious’ off of his tongue “the kind you’d kill a man for.”

The way Judas said it, it sounded as though he had.

The cafe was a nice, quiet little establishment, with polished hardwood floors, and tables with crisp white cloths draped over them. There was a pleasant buzz to the place, as the customers chatted smoothly over their meals.

“I’ll have to give them a try.” Daniel nodded.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Judas snapped “that’s the beauty of being a free man.”

A waitress, pleasant to look upon with her bronze skin and coal black hair, made her way over to their table, a smile puckered on her lips.

“Heya! I’m Carmella, I’ll be your waitress today,” she greeted them warmly “can I take your order?”

“Two of your strawberry crêpes, and a glass of water,” Judas barked, without missing a beat “thanks, gorgeous.”

“I’ll get right on that, sirs.” Carmella said with an uncomfortable smile, before turning on her heel and vanishing back into the cafe.

“You like that sweet little piece, Danny boy?” Judas asked, once the black haired beauty had sauntered off.

“Give me a desk and a flogger, and I’ll show you how I like her.” Daniel grinned, winking at his boss.

Judas slid a folded up napkin across the table, gesturing for the younger man to pick it up. When he did, he found a swicthblade tucked away beneath it.

“That little piece is Carmella Santoni,” he explained darkly “get her alone, and do what Hanged Men do best.”

“I won’t disappoint you, boss man.” Daniel said with a nod.

“Make sure of it,” Judas snarled “I don’t do second chances.”

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