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To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...

I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.

You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.

I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.

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Ayita Dyrkin & Richard Laine




Location Blackbird





Ayita had shifted back to hand Allison's limp body over to Banner. Though she was close enough to eye level with the man, standing just a bare inch short of six feet, Ayita gave him a careful and pointed look over. Her amber eyes narrowed as the predator within her assessed this being. Finding something suiting her, or perhaps nothing she was disapproving of, the woman nodded slowly. "Take care of her." For all her figure was scarred and battered, a warrior's, her voice was soft. Turning on her heel the woman knocked Richard's hand aside as her brother moved to wrap it about her shoulder. Doubtless to lead her after the others as if she was some pup! Though she greeted Damon with a tiger's chuff of welcome. The man being one of the few humans she cared to be around.

Richard yanked his hand back as Ayita cast a look of irritation at him. She was in a mood it seemed. Though he knew it was most likely due to his growl at her. Ayita was not easy to anger but hit a button just right and she would be riled. Not raging or sulking, but irritated and not willing to give or receive affections for a time. Richard rubbed the back of his head as he followed after the others. It was something he had been doing a lot of these last few months. For all his little sister claimed to have no pride, she had enough to sustain herself on for the next eon. The Adder thought with a sardonic smile. A smile which faded as he looked at the news. "Most likely they will make it out as the X-Men are taking the children as hostages." The Adder gave a sharp hiss of agitation. "They will want to spin us in the worst light and themselves in the light of- at least- blameless."

Ayita studied the building as a deep rumble sprouted from her chest. She had to agree with her brother on this one. "Humans are the only species I thus far know to raise themselves upon morals that hurt their own potential." The woman huffed a irritated breathe as Richard cast her a raised brow. Braiding a length of hair over one shoulder the female shifter shrugged off her brother's gaze. "They attack us, by law should we not strike back? The strong survive, the weak do not. Even amongst your cities this is true." The shifter pointed out with a soft voice, tying off the end of the braid.
Just checking in to see how you're doing man.



Rhys Asher



Location: The Palace




This Nera... She interested Rhys just as much as she worried him. Rhys valued knowledge and that he lacked knowledge on this competent spell caster was slim to none. She obliviously, or it seemed to him, was one of Fleur's. Thus he would not be able to pry too deeply. Though he would pry since she had been able to lay quite the lovely spell over the Prince. The witch mother's words distracted the Rogue Wizard's thoughts. His dark eyes glittering down at the lovely woman as his face broke out into a charming smile. A trap against her? That was not absurd but it was pointless. Fleur was of more use where she was.

When she wasn't? Oh, then he would play a game that would leave her as his puppet. A pawn to do his bidding in his ultimate plan to destroy the Extra Ordinary Wizards. "Madam, you insult my intelligence!" He pressed a open hand over his heart in mock shock and pain. "What would I gain from trying to trap such a formidable witch and ally? No, rather I was offering a bit of... sport to go with a lovely meal. You, my lovely Fleur, would never do well in a cage." Rhys prided himself on speaking the truth in every inch of those words. He have never denied that he would ensnare her but rather had turned it to the fact he wouldn't ensnare her yet. Though he thought perhaps to turn that offer to Nera. The formidable witch could possible take Fleur's place in the woman's coven. If she owed Rhys a few favors for getting there... The roguish man smile with a secretive wink. "If you need anything, do stop by... I am always eager to help such lovely women like yourselves."

With that, Rhys looked about the scene. Perhaps he ought to go run some tests upon the youngster he had locked away? The idea was a good one. But he continued to trail after the witches for the time being. It wouldn't do for this little excursion to be discovered, and what if someone accosted the lovely ladies? No, that wouldn't help his plans at all. The castle would be in a uproar. The Queen dead, a Princess spirited away? Oh, it would be glorious and he would have the chance to wrap his hands about the ExtraOrdinary Wizard's throat. But to kill her? Or to break her down by watching everything around her smolder to ashes? The latter was far more appealing. Especially with Blaize in the area. "Oh, and Fleur... Should you get your hands on a Wizard- any wizard from Wizard's Tower- I will be very interesting in a bargain." Let the witch make of that what she would. He was going to get his revenge.
Blood's Jewels

“Terreille in Trouble”



Saetan Sa Diablo

Location - Chaillot, Beldon Mor


The carriage clattered over the cobblestones of Beldon Mor as the golden eyes of the Saetan stared out the window, one leg casually crossed over the other. His hand resting with a certain satisfaction upon his knee. It had been mere days from the little disaster after Dorothea’s gala. The ball had been marvelous, if one was of the same taste of the Hyallian Queen, but otherwise it was uneventful. Dances were had, gossip was spread, and alliances tentatively forged and brutally broken. Hyallian, Saetan noted with a small quirk of his mouth, were adept at the art of gathering in some celebratory manner and slashing at each other with words. Their mastery of the Craft was well done as well, for what twisted individuals they were becoming under the Queen’s influence. Petty and only interested in the pleasure they could squeeze out of anyone or thing.

So, Saetan had done his courtly duty. He had given Dorothea’s little court something to talk about when he had escorted Alanya away from the gathering. It had been a good way to get away from the stifling scent of all those twisted Queens and witches. The glee of the torment of others, and the hunting eyes that watched him constantly. A powerful Warlord Prince and the only one to wear the Black, he was the pinnacle of suitors a woman could dream of. But that’s all they got. Dreams of him. Thoughts and longing. Til they tried for more like Alanya did when she had lead him into his own chambers. The ire at what the daring woman had done rankled the Warlord Prince. Frost icing over the window for a moment, before he capped his rage. It wouldn’t do for this new Court to see a monster. Not yet anyways.

Alanya had been a lucky woman in the end. Dorothea’s men had arrived too late when the Black had been unleashed. They had not remained long after viewing the fate of the wretched girl. A different group had returned later to escort him to Dorothea, and to remain what was left of the witch he had the pleasure of escorting to the esquite ball. It was safe to say however, that Dorothea would need to replace the bed and practically everything in the room. Perhaps he would ask that his room be placed in a different room all together. It was unlikely that the Queen would allow it, but he had his ways of persuading her. Saetan studied his long black nails as the carriage bounced and rocked over a bridge. The chatter of others and smells form the various markets filled his cabin, marking their crossing into the village proper.

In the end it wasn’t worth it to ask anything of Dorothea, not yet. She had been forced to act, and since she was unwilling to harm him. She had to resort to other tactics. Mental ones, and punishments that were really no such thing according to him. The Black Jeweled Warlord Prince chuckled lightly at the thought that exile was to be a punishment. In fact it was a way for Dorothea to ease him of his temper and show the Realm the most powerful Warlord Prince that was at her beck and call. Though the irony was that it was hardly the case. So Dorothea had exiled him! Selling his services to a lesser Queen who sought power in Dene Nehele, but with no specification as to when he should arrive.

Thus he decided to do a bit of sightseeing. Urging a few of his own projects on their proper course so to speak.

@Torack Tristan stiffened as Lucivar nodded to him. Looking rather stricken as the Eyrien sat in a chair across from killer and Queen. The man behind Karlianne stiffened, insulted in how casual Lucivar was treating this. A flicker of rage crossing his face. The knife having drawn tighter against the Queen of Dene Nehele’s neck as the chair was drawn too close to the Queen for the Hyallian’s liking. Blood trickling down to meld with tears as Karlianne gave a small wince of pain. Only further cutting herself. “You dare treat this so casually?!” The man snarled, as he yanked the woman up from the chair and further away from the Ebon-Grey Warlord Prince. “Put it on him, already! Else this wretch dies.” A odd delight coming to the man’s face at that thought. Tristan hesitated for a second before approaching, a ring in one hand. Lucivar would know exactly what it was for a witch had tried to put it upon him before. A band of compliance glittered in the light as Karlianne stared in horror. She knew well what it was having outlawed them in Dene Nehele and often ordering smiths to release the captive males that had made their way to this shakey safe haven.

“Just do as he says, Prince, and we’ll keep our Queen.” Tristan whispered, looking desperately at Lucivar as if that would gain his agreement and cooperation.

@Deos Morran The scene stunned Belor momentarily, for in his heart the twin was an artist of sort who enjoyed the scenery of a good mountain top view. He had been curious as to where the Commander was taking him but the battlements made some sense. It also was to Belor’s advantage if he needed to attempt to escape. A hazard when friends with a woman’s who tongue was sharper than most warblades! Rustling his wings in slight nervousness, the Eyrien frowned. “A woman- a Black Widow- sent me onwards as she was indisposed to coming herself.” Belor’s words were chosen carefully as much to convey his meaning as to keep Faeril hidden. “The time draws close to when Dorothea- the reason behind why so many twisted Queens- will make her move. She has covered this realm with her taint and now seeks to place her throne on top of the very foundations of Terreille.” Casting a look out of the corner of his eye towards Rathe, Belor continued carefully examining Rathe’s reactions or lack thereof. “And she has seen a way to stop it.”

@NanoFreakV2 The horse made it through the gate as the guards shouted and stumbled aside as the steed raced through. But Percyvallus’s attempt to antagonize them was his undoing as an arrow from one guard pierced the horse’s withers. Not bringing the animal down, but stunning him and slowing the beast. Their shouts could be heard from behind the fleeing Warlord. “Shoot down the horse, before he catches a Wind!” Nevermind that the horse would doubtlessly panic if brought through the winds. The Blood had created special livestock carriages for moving large amounts of livestock as well as horses, having learned the beasts did not care to be running one place then to be stuck with no sight, nor sound and appearing in a different area. It never ended well.

@nohbdies The Warlord lowered his personal shields, looking rather annoyed about doing so. Lowering his shields put him as risk and with the attack on Greyhaven- the capital of Dene Nehele- his men and he were going through the countryside. Slaughtering Widows (what few were left) and Queens that would oppose Lady Sonya Thorne as they met them. It would not do for a potential ally of their Queen to rise to power only to be put down by a rebellion. So they removed the possible seeds. Unfortunately not all had gone well. The fighting was thick and fierce. For all that Karliene had been losing power over the last few years, her men were loyal ones. Making this a difficult task to do.

As Vaclav moved out to pick up the sword that laid a ways from the doorstep, two arrows pierced his body. One ripping straight through his shoulder and the other his leg. “Hyallian! You’ll die for what you’ve done!” Two natives of Dene Nehele stood looking furious, as they rode the killing edge. Each knocking another arrow as they stumbled from the brush. Bearing wounds of a beating and several cuts.
@NanoFreakV2 @Deos Morran @Torack @nohbdies I don't have a problem with NPCs or engaging with them. But please remember:

-Gm controls this world. Weather, NPCs, what you see, hear, ect.

I am on everyday and can easily do roles to determine such things. This does not mean I need to role for everything. You can also apply to run a NPC, especially if that NPC is reoccurring. For example Deos Morran's Chiya.

Post is up.
Rys scoffed at the notion. Well could she swim but it would be a fool's thing to do. But would lying about not being able to be worse? There were many questions. Questions that needed answering. Her shoulders rolled in a shrug. "Legends and tales. Far fetched, yet I have seen a few to be true." Not caring to elaborate, Rys stood and moved off into the shadows of the sand dunes. Seeking a place to disappear until the noise of the crew stirring awoke her. Finding a suitable spot the 'man' stretched out with a annoyed grunt. Finding the thought of walking upon water amusing if nothing else.
To everyone, My post may be late this week. I'm helping someone move and have family visiting. Both I was expecting at some point, but they've coincided with this week's post. Leaving me a good deal overwhelmed.
Post is coming! I'm terribly sorry. having a major house cleaning so it's going to take a bit.
@NanoFreakV2 @nohbdies 5 days left. We're just waiting on you two.
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