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Name: The Vagrant
Age: 38


Starlight and empty plains of scraggly, brown grass gave way to ramshackle huts that leaned against each other. Light was weakly penetrating through the various holes in the constructions, as if even the light couldn't really be bothered with doing more or trying to push the darkness back. It is still light, though, and that is always a beacon of hope to those people that dare to travel the lands.

The Vagrant didn't notice it. He was focused on watching the ground and putting one foot in front of the other without stumbling, a precious burden hidden away on his back under his cloak. He barely cast his gaze left or right as he entered the tiny town, and he ignored the drunkards and whores and troublemakers all around him. He followed the crowd to make it easier on himself until they reached a small square. Platforms rose on unsteady legs and wire cages sat on top. Shivering creatures that could once have been animal or even human sat inside the cages, waiting to be sold. Some of the watchers had simply come to see, others had come for new slaves, and some had come for the fresh, new meat the wretches in the cages represented.

None of them noticed the Vagrant as he skirted the edges of the excited crowd.

The centre of the town was dominated by the carcass of an enormous dragon - a remnant from the war. The inside had been carved out a long time ago, the meat devoured, and since dragon skin didn't rot the carcass provided an entire new section for the town, hidden and much safer than the ramshackle huts built up against its enormous body. One had to go through the open maw to enter the carcass. It was propped open by bones from the dragon's skeleton. The fangs had been sawed off and removed a long time ago, the same with the claws on its four legs.

Since the carcass kept out wind and rain and the poisonous windstorms, the inside was littered with low, circular tents in all sorts of colours. Wooden platforms were built along the edges and on top of these were even more tents and some wooden structures, and unsafe rope bridges were strung up all over the place. Lanterns hung here and there, but the true light came from inside the tents since most of them didn't even have doorflaps.

The Vagrant ducked awkwardly, bent his legs and bowed his head, but his back was held straight. Like this he entered one of the tents that had a sign hanging on one of its poles. Rickety shelves lined the walls and divided the tent in two. They were packed with weaved baskets that had seen better days, rusty daggers some of which were broken, and the bones and skulls of the oddest creatures. Where the shelves divided the tent an improvised counter had been set up. Behind the counter was a small table with a gathering of precious glass bottles. Some were empty but a few had liquids in them, some of the liquid purple, some sky blue and one mint green, and all of them were glowing.

"A new customer?" the propriotor, hunchbacked and with yellow sclera, and sharp fangs appeared in a shark-like grin when the Vagrant nodded. "Welcome, welcome! I am Siroho. I assume ou've heard of me? Of course you have, that's why you're here! Well, what can I get you? You look tired. I have the finest selection of uppers this side of the Breach. Or perhaps something to escape with? There is many a taleteller herb in my shop."

Grey eyes so pale they were almost inhuman had never left the small table behind the proprietor, and the Vagrant shifted briefly. Leaving one arm hidden under his cloak he then pointed with the other right at the glass bottle with the mint green liquid.

"Ah, a discerning customer." Siroho nodded and stroked his chin. "Rare to have somebody who knows what they're looking for. Most of the rabble I get through here can't tell the difference between dried herbs and sawdust." As he spoke he picked up with small bottle with the green liquid. "I assume whoever sent you appreciates the scarcity of good healing potions... and the cost of 'em."

The Vagrant carefully crouched down, moving slowly as he reached into the folds of his cloak and pulled out two gold coins. He placed them on the improvised counter and then pushed them across to Siroho. The shark-toothed man grabbed them and bit into them, before he flickered one with a claw-like yellow nail. The coin sang. There was no other word for it, and for a moment the note hung in the air bringing forth memories from before.

Siroho shifted uncomfortably, the Vagrant closed his eyes in peace.

"My apologies." Siroho muttered suddenly, his rough voice breaking the gentle atmosphere, and quickly handed over the potion bottle. The two gold coins had been spirited away into the folds of his clothes already. He put on the shark-tooth smile again. "And if you have any other needs, don't hesitate to come back."

The Vagrant pocketed the potion and quickly left the tent.
@Sterling

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This sounds really interesting, have you found a partner yet?


It's open. Are you interested?
Hey there!

I'm searching for someone(s) to do this plot with. I am a multi-paragraph poster (400 words and more on average), and I am looking for people who can match or even surpass that. I've been in the game long enough, and I'm looking for someone who can make a a realistic, mature character for me to play against.

Rules

- 3 paragraphs at a minimum, preferrably more. I love long replies that are useful.
- Proper spelling and grammar (not demanding perfect, but spell check please, and no lolz).
- I do side characters and NPCs, I expect you to so the same and/or to share the burden of playing them.
- I play both male and female (or whatever is called for), please be willing to do the same.
- Please contribute to the story, don't make me carry it all on my own.
- I would love some romance but not as the main plot. A little bit on the side will tide me over nicely, and no insta-romance. I will drop you faster than a hot potato in that case.
- Tell me if you don't want to RP anymore. I can take it.
- I post, on average, once a day, but please be patient. I have work and Real Life can be demanding.
- For face-claims I use realistic art or photos, no anime please.
- I prefer threads, but I can do PMs as well. A bit more reluctant to do mail, but I can be convinced.
- When it comes to my RP-partner's age, I would really like someone 18 or over (preferrably over).

The Plot: "The Vagrant"

For more than 10 000 years the crack in the ground known as the Brach has been watched. It was prophesied that the Breach would one day open, spilling terror. But as the centuries passed mankind lowered its guard. Even the demonic miasma that corrupted everything and everyone, pulled back snd disappeared.

Forgetting the danger was the biggest mistake they could have ever made.

Years have passed since humanity's destruction emerged from the Breach, years since the war that failed. As each day passes the world tumbles further into depravity, drugs, crime, slavery, rape. Bent and twisted by the new masters and the new order of things, humans are free to act out their darkest desires. The miasma is changing them all into demons already, why should they care about how they act? The Usurper and his horde are corrupting daily, controlling everything. It's not actually all that different from working for your average human tyrant king or queen.

Magic and machine worked together to no avail, and were both wiped out. Their gods have abandoned them and the mighty Seraph Knights all perished during the war. The last pockets of civilisation are crumbling fast, a once-great green land is turning into dust and desert. What little hope remains is dying.

But there is hope still. A tiny flicker of light.

His name is the Vagrant. That is the only name he answers to these days. Friendless and alone he walks across the desolate, war-torn landscape. His purpose is to reach the last and greatest bastion of the human race, and deliver the only weapon that might make a difference in the fight. With him is a tiny child, strangely untouched by demonic corruption, and a sword not seen since the Seraph Knights were more than mere legend.

But Sorrow's End is far away, hidden, secret, ever chaning and ever moving. And the world is a vast and dangerous place.

I would play the Vagrant. I need someone who can play someone who can help him.

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Name: Alexander Stross

Age: 29

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"It's too early for this." Alexander groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

The entire office had been gathered together that morning. The auditorium - which was usually only used during office parties - was now full of people. The hour was very early, but fashion never waited for anyone and it wad usual for people to have stayed the entire night through, working on projects. But now everyone had been gathered, and the manager stepped onto the stage in fron of everyone.

"Thanks for coming here this early. I'll try to be very brief." He shuffled some papers, looking for something and then pulled out one piece and gestured around with it. "This is a missive from the main office, from the boss CEO himself. Apparently one of our competitors has stolen the idea for one of our clothing lines meant for children."

Behind him a projection came alice on the big screen. It showed several pieces of children's wear - which was normal - but the art on the clothes, the words, the colours, even the names were absolutely the same as their fompany's proposed line which was to have launched into production in less than a week.

That brought forth a storm of protests and angry grumblings from the audience, so much so that the manager had to stop and let the storm of noise die down. Fashion was a highly competitive field, but rarely did anyone outright steal without actually changing things around.

"Yes, yes, I know, it's a very bad situation." The manager waved the paper around again. "But the mail from the CEO didn't stop there. He wants us to start up a sort of rapid-response team that will deal with situations like these. And I'm not talking about shooting the culprits or suing them. Rather the team will come up with new ideas and change our poached projects enough so that they will again be considered original, leaving our competitors (and thieves) in the dust. But they also have to keep themselves as much as possible inside the budget alotted to the original project."

People were now murmuring about this instead. It sounded like an incredible opportunity, but it also sounded much more stressful than any other job in the company so far. Everything would stand and fall on the people in this new group, and that was a lot of heavy responsibility.

"Their first project will be to turn this disaster around in the two weeks before the brand was supposed to launch." The manager added, and people went quiet in surprise and shock. The manager smiled. "Yeah, I know, that was my reaction when I got the news. This is why oir rapid-response tesm will consist of only the best and the brightest, and those people have already been picked so listen up and come up here when I call you up. Now, let's see. Thomas Higgins from accounting will be part of the group, as will J.D. Lawrence from design. Alexander Stross will be the team leader. Stross! Come up here so that everyone else can see who they're supposed to complain go when the time comes."

Alexander, having been standing almost completely in the back of the room and furthest away from the stage, blinked and stared. He had a cup full of piping hot coffee in one hand, and an enormous folder in the other, and there were close to a thousand people between him and the stage. He had to salvage the situation fast or lose his sudden promotion.

"If you don't mind, sir, I would like to stay where I am. From here it is easier to get out and get to work, and the people on my new team can meet me in the meetingroom on the sixth floor right after this meeting." He called out.

"Good idea, Stross, I knew there was a really good reason I picked you for leading this team." The manager said, nodding. "There's just one more person on your team, and she is... right... there! You! You are the last person on the team, now all pf tou get going and save pur company! No pressure!"

Alex rolled his eyes and exited the auditorium. No pressure. Right.
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