Sigurd

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

@Vas KhaleenWhere does Norwegians stand on that list? Because she's going to have one with a loaded gun and a sheriff's star right behind her very soon.

@ONL

Du er en svenske.

Ikke drep meg.

The Lord of the Rings

Guys, sorry for the tardiness on my part. I am in the middle of moving because my classes start this week. I promise I will have a post up tomorrow.

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

@Vor@JbcoolI am with Vor on the combat subject. If we go for the dice perhaps it'd be better to avoid modifiers somehow. But both options are fine.

The Lord of the Rings

@Vas Khaleen@TombprinceMy go next. I was PM'ing Aelin so I waited for him to post before I do it. Will do tomorrow.

@AzazaaThe left one, but make him not bald.

Sorry, Vamyr is unavailable at this time- if you need slaying/protected, the please select your situation by dialing...

1 if undead are nearby.
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BEEEEEEEEEEEP

@Gate Keeper

That is some postmodern RP'ing, mate...

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

A February morning had never felt so warm on the skin of Albert White. At first he had thought it was the stale coach air being oppressive and feeling warmer in his claustrophobic throat than it actually was. How strange it was, to be so uneasy in the coach, longing for fresh air and sweating, while having no issues with packed sleeping quarters of ships which had the potential to turn into hellholes more accursed than the dirtiest of diphtheria pest houses. But it turned out he was right: it was warm. Unnaturally warm, he thought alighting in the wide dirty thoroughfare.

It was no New England, that was sure. The winter sun never burned so warm up there in the north, not even in zenith. Here in Arizona it felt more like a pleasant spring. Courtesans seemed to agree, standing on the balcony of some joint, having a smoke and most certainly sipping laudanum as well, or some other substance in those bottles they held. He put the hat on and took the satchel from the coachman holding it for him allowing him to find the rest of his belongings: a long slender thing wrapped in cloth and a bag. He gave the man a coin and tipped the leaf of the hat in thanks as the coach left with neighing of horses.

He saw a fat man sleeping in a wheelbarrow across the thoroughfare in front of a telegraph company headquarters, his head bloodied and muddied. A smaller fellow, a child or the like, walked to him and took from his person a shillelagh and ran off. God damned thief. Lawlessness the first thing I see, even at cock's hour. This is a shithole. He spat. Better move the hell on.

The hotel doors were closed -- a note written in a halfwit's hand nailed to them, informing visitors they wouldn't be opening before noon that day -- but one of the saloons -- the one on the balcony of which prostitutes were hanging around -- wasn't. He walked in, the only person besides a bartender, a younger, slow in the head looking fellow, and another employee leaning plump and shirtless on the bar next to him, eating a piece of canned peach impaled on his knife. Hastily looking around, he caught a glimpse of a monte games table and above it a big hanging sign saying NO PRIESTS: IF YOU PRAY, YOU PAY. They ceased their chatting as he approached.

”Whiskey, please. And coffee.” He put money on the bar, enough money for two rounds of whiskey, looking first at them and then on the well-made quena flute framed in glass among the bottles in front of him, somehow knowing it was made of Christian bone.

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

Emil

The deep blue stone seemed like a hole in his palm to Emil. He looked through it, rather than at it, but could feel its weight on the skin and knew it was a real tangible object. Focusing his eyes he observed the strange thing more closely along the edges and the surface of the stone. A fetish of some sort? Or a key? It was by no means an object of extraordinary design. In fact, it was quite simple, like one of trinkets street vendors sell in the Orient. But the simplicity is what made it compelling, as it often happens when a man expects in his mind something of importance to be fancy, only to be given the opposite.

Are we to use a submarine? A crew of ladies and gentleman most mysterious and diverse going on an expedition? As the now tender Faye concluded the talk of their coming quest his mind played images, and her voice mingled with and was eventually replaced by visions of his imagination's make: whispering waves, cresting and breaking one on another; pale foam on moonlit black sands and shingle; the quivering surface of the endless ocean; ebony depths; chasms in the ocean's floor where the Kraken sleeps, stirring shells and bones; ruined pillars and antique runes carved in them; hollow citadels of sunken cities and their spires; a call of a solitary leviathan echoing from one statue of a bizarre god to the other. And a siren's song most sonorous.

”What may the purpose of this item be?" Emil asked nothing how Faye's expression indeed was changed: gentler now and... humane, smiling. He turned to the professor like a child being shy in front of a lady. My throat is even more sore now. And my eyes ache. Wait, someone's coming! ”I can hear footsteps without the cell. Someone's coming.”

He gave Faye another look and quickly put the amulet in the pocket. I've nowhere to run now, Steiner.

The Lord of the Rings

Hmm did we have 2nd breakfast yet? I think Ellaryn is going to join it with lunch and have them both together XD

@Tombprince

"Can't rest while combat is engaged!"

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

@JbcoolI don't remember this question being asked, so I'll ask: How are we gonna handle combat? Narrative based or dice? If you've already answered it can you link me the post, please?

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@ONLMaking a post tomorrow, GM.

The Lord of the Rings

@Gate KeeperLooking forward to it.

@AzazaaYou won't wait for long!