ravenDivinity

Starless

@Dawnscroll: As lydyn said, our GM has limited availability on weekends, but Transience tends to be online for quite a bit of the day on weekdays. Been here since page 1, and until now, the pace has been pretty consistent.

Three days for a GM post isn't an incredibly long wait time when you consider that he has to write several responses (at least 6 or 7) each time he posts, and the ball is definitely still rolling — it's only been a day since the last player post. On top of that, he and I are still collaborating on my next one, but I estimate that once our collaborative post is complete, the roleplay will start moving a little faster. Though, people are writing really fucking long posts all of a sudden, and I have noticed that it's taking a little longer each time to read through them.

Just need to have patience and urge people who haven't posted in a while.

Of Gods and Men - A Deity RP (CLOSED)

If anyone nearby could hear well enough, he might be able to discern the source of some thumping bass and unintelligible rapping; if that person knew his pop culture well enough, he might be able to pick out the aggressive, empowering lyrics; and if that person were a god, that person would know that the source of that racket was Adam Pascal. He was a lean, husky athlete — broad shoulders, sculpted muscles, a healthy amount of fat — he had the figure which would make him many men's envy. His skin was supple, fair, and flushed, seemingly glowing, and under gold-rimmed lenses, his eyes were dark chocolate-colored to match his short, thick head of brown hair. To tie his appearance together, Adam wore clothes that matched the typical apparel worn by the Millennial generation: a Prussian blue button-down, tight, dark-gray, waxed jeans, and red, flat-sole sneakers. And had this fellow any consideration for his hearing, he would blast his music quieter through his earbuds, but Adam didn't worry at all.

Why would he, anyway? The privy eyes of gods knew exactly what Adam knew, and Adam knew he was a god. Adam Pascal was just an apparition of Phoebus Apollo, and Phoebus Apollo was carving his path through the crowd of tourists up the acropolis. He met eyes with one of his ilk, and that shimmer of light in the crowd became more distinct to Pascal's eyes. Halfway to the Parthenon, Adam saw a familiar face, and that face belonged to none other than Hermes. Yes, Apollo could see clear through the disguise to recognize the messenger of the gods, and he could never be mistaken. Apollo knew too well the face of the god, from whom Apollo received his lyre. As he made his approach to the messenger, Apollo slid the lyre (presently masked as a guitar) off his back, and he held it in his deft hands.

Looking at Adam Pascal, Hermes and the rest of the gods would see, past the veil, the one they recognized as Phoebus Apollo, the epitome of youth still as physically flawless as he'd been in previous ages if not better as if Apollo had never felt the passage of time, as if Apollo was some constant who transcended even their fall from godhood. Now, that was not to say that eons had gone by since their heyday or that Apollo had not changed at all. On the contrary, rather, it had been centuries, and Apollo's more wild days were behind him. Years of isolation from the pantheon, Apollo was reluctant at the idea of a reunion, but friendly faces like those of Hermes and his sister would be a little warming. Like any tug to the Parthenon, Apollo expected some influx of gods, and that was no incorrect assumption.

Finally, after ages of a droning, ordinary life, Apollo approached an old friend like the sheep and their shepherd, and his voice, low and sonorous, flowed with an intoxicating nostalgia. "It's been a long time."

Of Gods and Men - A Deity RP (CLOSED)

I'm coming... slowly...

The Hidden People

Ooooh, German vampire. Permission to hit 'em up with my German knowledge?

Starless

@VoiD: The answer is very obvious. It's sex. (I kid. That's not the answer.)

Starless

@Transience: I sent you a PM. We can get the ball rolling whenever you're ready, doc.

Also, I'm going to start re-reading everybody's posts. I hadn't been paying much attention to what other people had written to the story since it wasn't relevant to my tangent.

Starless

Well, you could say that Erebus is pretty... attractive.

He's quite the shocking person to be around, and he's prolly got a nice lightning rod himself.

Cradle of Divinity (signups always open)

Darius →

@Laue
"It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Druindar," Darius replied as the young man shook hands with the captain. Unlike Druindar's, Darius's hands were as soft and small as a child's skin, and though that was the case, Darius still gave a nice, firm handshake. They fit nicely into almost any pair of hands as if the teenager's hands belonged in someone else's. He released his grip on Druindar's hand and introduced himself. "I am Darius Sterling," said he. "And this man is John Eidreon. As for our kind, we are called humans."

Darius chuckled to himself as John talked about some earthly pop culture that the elves would not understand. The boy held some nostalgia for the Lord of the Rings and the work of Tolkien, and he wondered then if that world had an equivalent of Minas Tirith or the Shire... He pushed his elven fantasies to the back of his mind. If Darius pondered any more about the world of the elves, he'd find himself sooner overwhelmed by the pure eccentricity of the world around him, even by the present reality of the stuff which he had before only dreamed of. Unsurprisingly, John launched into a bid for some hands-on experience with the natural world, and in his mind Darius shook his head disapprovingly, not that he hated scientific pursuits. Not that at all, but rather that he abhorred John's brash nature and conviction to exploit all science could offer.

On Earth, Darius enjoyed reading about the latest discoveries and theories, flipping through headlines about the great achievements of mankind. He recalled last reading about some advancements in the quantum model, he remembered the ruling in Obergefell v. Hodges. Yes, the world Darius left behind was ever-changing, tumultuous, tempestuous, but even against the light that showed all of the world's sins and crimes, the young man truly believed that in his lifetime, he'd developed a deep fondness for humanity. Mankind pushed constantly forward and stopped at nothing, and mankind exceeded its limits and sought solutions. Mankind made great inventions look like mere stepping stones to a larger purpose. For all its flaws, Darius loved sentient life. He saw the Earth as an embellished entanglement of crossing lives, a kintsugi of all that was and all that could be. And like any real love, it kept Darius guessing. Perhaps John was not the type for that kind of reflection on humanity, but Darius saw mankind as a species that, at the end of the day, was neither good nor bad but had the potential to be.

"Very well. If John has clearance, might I ask that you introduce me to your culture and later include me in the plans to subvert the enemy?" Darius earnestly asked Druindar, with a genuine interest to familiarize himself with elven culture and with the current objective.

Starless

We are always open to new players joining, on the condition that your character is f*cking awesome.

Fire us a CS and we will be happy to review it and let you in on our little slice of hell >:)

@Transience

Never forget. Emphasis mine.

Starless

The bard has done it again, and he has taken the people into the woods. If anyone else plans on grouping with Altim, now is the time. (I'm looking at the new people and anybody who just needs a group right now.)