Rai

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

I myself would rather lead up to it if at all.

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"Oooooh.. Ohohoho.. So.. You have been sent here by the King and another sent by a lord of souls.."
The air in the cave like room began to grow into a low whirling howl.
The woman began to rise from her seat, ever so slowly.
"I believe it is my eyes that you seek."
She stood to her feet, standing at several feet tall.
Her long stoic dress swayed slowly in the incoming caves breeze.
Her hands were wrinkled and tender looking.
Yet they were large enough to hold the skull sized orb effortlessly in her grasp.

"To think he would be so unkind as to call me an artifact. Or should I be honored..?"
She chuckled. Seeming to ignore the squabbling between the two young descendants who entered her abode. She looked at the sunlight from the ceiling and as it warmed her face she smiled. "I'm afraid I can't be seen aiding one that defies the king and what he has created."
She turned to face the two looking at Ganymede with a cold expression.
"Did you think it would be simple?"

Translucent hands began to emerge from the walls of the room.
Two large transparent ghostly arms and hands emerged from her back.
These hands moved and swayed as if they had a mind of their own and were made of fluids.
Yet they did not ooze.

@geurls@Brithwyr

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"Looking for a magic artifact. Was told it would be here" she said candidly.

@Brithwyr

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"OOOooooooh..."
Escaped from her voice with genuine but unenthusiastic tone.
"And what would that be I wonder... My orb, which I use to see things...?"
She asked, her whispering voice almost permeating in the room.
Her rocking chair began to turn to face Siiga.
In her hands was an orb with mystic blue lights whirling within it.
If Siiga stared too long at the orb she would be mesmerized by its alluring mystery.

"Now who would tell you such a silly thing would be here? Hmmm?"
She looked at Siiga with a warm smile. A harmless woman she appeared to be.
Merely sitting in her chair atop a fur and surrounded with pottery plants with large hanging fruit.

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No access to discord until tonight. Keep the posts coming though.

Something Beyond The Abyss, a Lovecraftian Horror RP.

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Getting a ride.
Easier said than done. She did not rely on the order for her travels and they did not rely on her showing up. It was an even trade. She hated those, she never got enough. A seductive dance for the right man... or woman. Has carried her a long ways. This time she was heading somewhere secluded. The waters that carried one over to the ports beyond the mist went on like an endless canvas. Stretching into the unknown. Instinctively she held her mothers necklace against her anxious beating chest.

Her attire covered her bare skin well from head to toes. Yet she remained as festive in her adornments as ever. Proudly representing her foreign heritage. One much more worldly and free than the measured dresses of those women who walked the streets before the docks. The smell and moisture in the air filled her senses with a omen of what to expect. A note she picked up on well, having already heard rumors of the untamed dangers in the waters. Be it a giant catfish or a ghost that drowned there long ago. It was the same everywhere in that aspect. Human superstition was many times a terrible thing.

"I foresee a safe journey." She was speaking to a group of fishermen who were quite traditional to say the least. It was rare they met one such as her. A psychic fortune teller whom traveled alone without fear and who spoke mysteriously. If not for her beauty they would not have humored her and if not for their ignorance she would likely be removing an article of clothing for this ride. Though the captain still demanded some payment. A bit of what she had earned a day earlier. She was huddled in a seat with her bag of things under her and a crystal sphere in her hands. The shipmates that normally kept the sails high or low on account of the climate were asking her questions of their fortunes.

"I apologize. The waters are rough and my sight is weakened in this state." She held her forehead in a feign of lethargy. She disliked their smell, their looks and their constant questions. Given her short time with them she could only guess they would have one future, one not so bright and with lots of fish. She sighed as she attempted to rest. Her rem sleep kept at bay by the feeling of her being watched, if not for her beauty then perhaps for her vulnerability. This in mind her dagger was slipped into her left hand underneath her left thigh as she appeared asleep.

The glare of a lighthouse met her eyes. She was accustomed to the dark by now and this stirred her eyelids open. She turned to see the others preparing for anchoring to the town. A town that met her vision as a mass of shadows and the smell was worse than she had endured earlier. It was enough to make her hold her nose briefly but she knew such a method could not last. She grimaced but found pockets of fresh air running along the breeze enough to suffice a naked nostril. She grabbed her bag and hurriedly leaped off the boat. Landing and standing at full height the men who were kind enough to take her here looked in bewilderment. "Îmi plac femeile mari!" One fisherman whistled.

Aela quickly turned to meet him with a glare. "Visezi mai mult decât te poţi descurca.." Before trotting off with a smile. Her steps sank into the wooden frame as she stepped away from the waters as best she could. Her bag was noticeably engorged, filled with everything she needed. Items to perform with or to sustain herself alone out here. Her first ideal location would be somewhere cheap to rest and possibly find somewhere willing to pay for an exotic performance. Ideally the wealthiest men in this town, but a few fishermen would do. It appeared she would have to get used to dealing with those who reeked of the oceans depths.

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I think I'll close applications once we get a Lassa character.

How and why do RPs die?

I think time is the essential killer of peoples motivation to be a part of a RP. As seasons change so do peoples lives and their cravings. It is best to give a roleplay a high point of accomplishment to feel completed. It also depends on the roleplay really. As @Odinsaid open world sandboxes have their own issues and I'm sure the others have their own reasons dependent on their style.

But for me I run a continuous open world "sandbox" you could say. Through trial and error I'd say its definitely a passage of time without activity during a roleplays life. The beginning is the most hyped time of a roleplay and peoples motivations are high. Without constant story progression I've noticed people have been likely to drop out.

Progression falters seriously from the GM not being available. It falters a bit when a player is not available. Most of the time people join when they are available. Only after some time has passed does their schedules change. So keeping a roleplay from being inactive while also having it progress in a steady interesting way is key to keeping it going. The opposite is why it usually dies. IMO

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

Im in the eastern time zone as well. Available throughout the week.

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Vrondi

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"I am honored to meet someone such as you, but I am deeply sorrowful to have tarnished your waters to meetl ike this. But, do not blame Sol for our crimes. None of us are Sol residents…” She looks to her allies, her face hardening. “I am the only Sol here. Blame me, not them."

@geurls

"The blame of the Sol remains on the King. If he is incapable of keeping his peoples promises then he should be the one here apologizing. Never the less the majority of you are not Sol and the ones responsible.."

As she spoke the flaming lion attacked and was immediately intercepted by Dremmick.
As the dragon man and the summoned flames did battle the Nymph watched on.
She placed a hand on Constance's shoulder after reaching out gently.

"I see."
She sank into the waters and emerged before Dremmick.
"You have spilled the most blood within my waters and you hold no pact with the King."
Her body began to grow a few feet taller as she looked down at Dremmick with narrowed lids.
"The ones to blame for harming a guardian of the forest. Tell me it was not you."
Water levels began to rise around Dremmick slowly encasing him in a circle of water.

Dremmick:

"Responsible for what? throwing caltraps into your water and waiting to murder anybody coming across and spilling their blood here in the process or me who defended my group and killed them first. Your pet spilt a good amount of blood in the water itself."

"I'm no Sol, nor do I have any bond to you to uphold someone else's promise of that of which I have never heard of."

The water levels continued to rise.
"Insolent."
The waters formed around Dremmick began to spiral.
A whirlpool was under Dremmick's feet and the mud of the running waters sucked at his soles.
After knocking Dremmick over the Nymph turned.

"For slaying those responsible I will not feed on your essences."
She began to walk away, with each step she sunk into the waters.

She returned to the beast and took from its lifted paw a metallic spike.
After tossing it away she pet the creature smiling.
The beast then left, returning to the jungle.
She herself vanished into the waters.
@Jollan

Digimon: Digital Monsters- V3

Love the new additions. This is going to be THE BOMB!