Nyxella

Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

Do we wait until a challenge is over before making one?

Collab thread for Dragon Tamers

Whoopsies, I forget edits didn't suffice a notification. The ones I've made to my previous post are only pertinent to the events of this roleplay if we're in collaboration with each other, or if you are seeking a person to do one with. Right now, I am taking a whack at covering every segment, for in future I expect Cairene's training days to be much less intensive, so give me your best and loudest yell if you're keen!

Return of the Dragon Tamers: The Plague of Ogual

If I recall correctly, he or she is a colleague of one of our fellow Tamers, posting in here so that they may see it as a reminder to visit whichever thread it is they both participate in. Might be wrong. Short of trawling backwards through every page, the vague memory of his/her previous visits, and the fact that they actually roleplay, lead me to suspect so.

Return of the Dragon Tamers: The Plague of Ogual

PARTY IN ERRAN'S EARS OH YES.

Knight Templar, you could very well create a Tamer and join the club officially! :D

Return of the Dragon Tamers: The Plague of Ogual

^That is the most profound comment I've ever read on the internet.

There's nothing of mine in the IC as of late, but I feel like announcing this recent instalment of a collab' because it takes just as much, if not more, effort to write ^___^ *happydance*

Thanks for specifying, Soul! To be honest, I did wonder how we should treat each part to the training day. One should be able to easily assume that and work a segment per post, if I was smart enough, I would've put something up >,< But I'm too much like those special few who party with as many people as possible.

Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

There's mine. Gladiator's a great movie to get lost in, for any reason.

Sand and Glory - A Gladiator RP

Fiery as it was, her own glare could not better that of the sun’s as it crested the hills in the horizon. Squinting at the violent rays, her hands twitched to move, rustling the chains that bound each wrist to the shackles at her feet. She sought out the shade of the broader man in front, and as well as painfully chafing her ankles, the veering movement tripped the one behind her, triggering a sudden collision. Nairi misread it as hostility and pulled hard against the other in protest, culminating in a back-and-forth shove. A guard pulled up next to them and quelled the dispute with a warning glance, one that lingered on the Eastern woman longer than it did on the other. It bore the same ferocity as the last few times he’d been forced to reprimand her, and she returned it in its entirety until he looked away, a small smile following after him. It went without saying that she expected to be punished later and was taking as many jabs at her captors until then.

One of the prominent facts of life was that her body belonged to another, made for purposes that would satisfy the wishes of whoever bought her name, and it would never serve her will. This basic principle of slavery was, of course, never accepted. Yet even though the constant teachings, berating and beatings failed to instil her being with submissive obedience, she felt atypically uneasy the first time she met her latest buyer. As the column of flesh and chains neared the summit, that feeling returned in earnest, and with a curious edge to it. Nestled atop the spire of verdant forest and jagged-toothed cliffs, was a magnificent villa. Swinging wide, the gates let them in, and the interior out. Immediately, she fixed a hateful glare on the guards that sorted their lines into a single row, imbuing every movement with a jostle or rough step.

If she was impressed by the make of their escort, then she was completely awestruck by those who came forth to inspect them. Each figure represented a different archetype of the warrior, standing strong in both stature and mana, with an air that carried a palpable energy in every step they took towards and amongst them. She steeled herself whenever one came close, deepening her scowl and meeting their inquisitive gazes with a defiant stare. In them was something she struggled to identify, being so new to her own understanding, and different to any person she has ever met. Later, she would learn the name of it: Pride. The men were giants, who moved the earth as they did their chiselled vessels, and the women were beautiful yet fearsome. A slow look around the enclosure they were now in yielded little else that could aide her enlightenment. Frowning still, she found herself actually caring about her current situation. It dawned on her that there may be a valid reason why her broker expressed such unprecedented glee the moment she left.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

^Young man, don't you go omnipresent on us! We'd miss you too damn much!

I only know of the movie, unfortunately, and going off that I'd say she's probably Loz, lmao. Sulking over Vurwe and shit. That's a cool tradition, might try to start one with San Andreas on Halloween. Those are the best types of sounds to have coming from your house when little kids visit for candy :D "Trick-or-" *gunshot* "RETREAT!"

If TitanPad didn't lose its shit, we'd be making good on that promise to post soon. I didn't save a copy -.-; Yes, that makes me stupid and short-sighted.

Return of the Dragon Tamers: The Plague of Ogual

Erranruin said you dont have to keep up with us just cus we waffle

;___; it's a real sickness with doctors and medicine and sh*t

I really wish my posts weren't the leading cause of internet-induced blindness. It'll be something of a goal in this roleplay to wrap these thoughts up into neat little packages. Write what comes to mind, and feels comfortable :) It's the best way to enjoy a roleplay. There is no status quo to adhere to, we all peoples and best frands.

And I need to motor because collabs.

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