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Heya. Getting back into text based RP after a long binge of DND/Pathfinder as it's more schedule friendly and I happened upon this lovely site.

Down for most roleplays as I'm looking to improve my writing ability and connect with other cool people. Only really draw the line at erp as that's just not my cup of tea.

If you wanna chat, shoot me a dm! Would be more than happy to entertain anyone who stumbles upon this.

If you've got any recommendations about the site, that'd also be lovely to know! I'm very new here after all!

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In The Hourglass Order → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay



In The Hourglass Order → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

All we do is run

Characters: Yuliya, Kaureerah: @Force and Fury


On this Three Moon Night, the Sanguinaires came out to feed once more. Many were out celebrating the end of the trials, but the night was young and most were milling into pubs and venues to indulge in expensive foods and Ellermane Bleus. Some, for one reason or another, strayed from the herd and found themselves more isolated and out of sight - perfect prey. That said, the risks tonight were greater than normal.

On a familiar rooftop not too far from Cathedral Square gathered the bloodsuckers that prowled the streets of Ersand'Enise. Yuliya was among them, much to her chagrin. These people that had invaded her feeding ground irked her so, but any attempts to get rid of them had failed. So, she had stuck to working alongside them to lessen the damage that they could potentially cause. It was for this reason she usually went last most nights, in case a mess needed to be cleaned up, but this time, something called to her. A lone eeaiko girl who her company had hired a few times to model their clothes.

There was something unusual about the girl, aside from being an eeaiko, which were far from common in this area. It wasn’t a bad signal she’d had prior, but something immensely different and unusual. She sat on top of the city’s eastern wall, strumming her lute and singing to the three moons that graced the sky and the sea that churned below.

"Oh silver night, oh golden mooooon,
By thee I wish to see thee sooooon.

For all the sea is shifting and the ground, she feels strange.
Heavy clouds hang in the sky and even seasons change.

Oh silver night, oh golden moon,
By thee I wish to see thee soon.

I long for the embrace and touch of truest sort of love.
I pray now with my earnest heart that hawk shall bow to dove.

Oh silver night, oh golden moon,
By thee I wish to see thee soon.
By light divine, this heart of mine
Knows well that peace for which I pine
Will lie
They'll die
And only Ipte knows, I say, of all the tears I'll cry."

Then, there was only silence as the final strum of her lute faded. The waves washed in and out. Above them, barely audible, was the sound of sniffling. From behind, Yuli could perceive the eeaiko reaching up to brush her face with the back of a hand.

Yuli slipped the mask off her face and listened for a moment. She truly was talented, more so than she was vocally. Even with all the lessons she'd had with the cello, the eeiako was something near prodigious when it came to song. And even as she felt the hunger kicking in, she only wanted to listen further. But as she heard, with those ever keen sanguinaire senses the sound of sniffling, she began to approach. Her danger signals were blaring - for this was far too easy a mark - but this wasn't about going after a mark. It was... curiosity? Why was a girl so beautiful and so talented so sad?

"What's wrong, songbird? Boy trouble?" she asked earnestly, climbing up the wall and sitting next to her.

Kaureerah turned abruptly, startled, the tears still staining her cheeks. "Oh!? Yulee?" She shook her head and turned away momentarily. When she turned back, any sign of the tears was gone. She sighed, though. "Moost deys, Eye woold weesh too bee e berd, yoo knauw." She shook her head ruefully, patting the section of wall beside her for Yuli to sit. "Too fly ewey end never woory ebaut aull auf te leetle peeple dauwn there." She placed the lute aside and crossed her arms, glancing out at the ocean. "Eye'm saurry too wex aull pheelesauphicel." She let out a snort. "Eye've been thet berd my whoole laife," she admitted, glancing over at the new arrival. "Aull Eye ever doo ees raun."

Her eyes returned to the waves and she breathed in and out. "Baut Eye faind now... Eye waunt nautheng moore then too stey. Foor aull auf yoo too bee okey." She began to choke up. "Gauds, Eye haurdly knoow yoo, Yulee, end heere Eye em, speeleeng my haurt aut." She hugged herself tighter. "Fauck," she cursed. "FAUCK!" She shook her head, tearing up. "They're aull goonah die because saum oold men weeth fency hets sey soo: peeple Eye knoow - peeple Eye lauve." The tears came again. "Eye'm saurry. Reely, Eye em."

Yuli listened quietly to the girl's sad ramble, the tears and all. She liked to pretend she was immune to bouts like this - but at the end of the day - she was a teenage girl too. She'd cried like this to Zarina before, hell, she'd done it on her own with a bottle of vodka more than a few times, when she was afraid of appearing weak. Yet, was it desperation or bravery to continue her spiel as Yuli came to her. It made her hunger go away. Toward the end - she'd begun tearing up a little herself. She leant over toward her and gave her a hug, wrapping the girl in her arms. Even if her blood normally ran cold, it was times like this that reminded her that in a way, she was still human.

"It ok, Kaury." she sniffled into her ear, stroking her hair a little as she held her in a hug. "I know feeling of running too... you don't need know someone to open up to them. You are brave, brave girl." she squeezed a little tighter, taking great care to not crush her like a baby bird. "But, is ok. Our friends are strong. Maybe war over quickly, we can only hope" she whispered, pulling a handkerchief from her pocket and wiping one of Kaureerah's tears away, before flipping it and wiping her own.

"Yulee?" Kaureerah replied, after indulging in the embrace for a good minute or two, "Deed Eye ever tell yoo thet, beck een my veelege, when the naun-autcests staurted mooveng een, there waus e reech femelee. They hed e saun whoo waus e senguinere. They woold pey my femelee too use mee es a bloodbenk." She reached up and bared her neck. "Eye doon't feer yoo. Yoo onlee heve too esk, fren." She did not let go, even if her grip weakened slightly.

Yuli stiffened suddenly as she heard Kaureerah's words. How did.. she know? She hadn't even come to the girl with the intention to feed, merely with the intent of listening to a song and a story. Quite frankly, she was going to ask Yvain. And yet... she didn't back away out of fear. She was going to offer herself up as a meal even when she was at her saddest.

"Kaury, how do you know?" she asked, softening the hug. "I.. didn't come for blood. I came because I like your song." she said, tearing up a little again. This girl was simply too sweet. But, she was simply famished. Time vanished in the conversation with her and she'd not fed properly since the bout with Laska. It was emotionally tumultuous. "Are you sure? You don't have to, if you don't want." she murmured shakily, trying not to give in to base instincts when a meal was presented so kindly before her.

Kaureerah pulled back to arms' length, one hand still resting on Yuli's shoulder. The other brushed some hair from her face. "Een... my laine auf woork, yoo heve too knauw boody lenguege. Eet's te wey yoo moove: yoo're soo queeck, soo precaise, end noo megeec drauweng too meke eet look thet wey." She shook her head reassuringly. "Yoo hoold beck when yoo haug soo yoo doon't brek leetle Kaureerah either." She giggled, faintly. "Eye heve yeears auf experience. Doon't worry. Yoor secret ees sefe weeth mee." She took a deep breath as if to prepare herself. "Yoo cen dreenk, soonei." She bared her neck.

Yuli was shocked. It wasn't from rumour mills, or from her being caught one night. It was pure, meticulous observation. And it was all bent into a compliment. She was simply a sweetheart, and she wouldn't let this go unrewarded. "Thanks, Kaury. If you want something at auction, let me know. You are good friend." she wiped her last tears and gave her a reluctant smile, before digging in with feelings of guilt. Even after being used as a blood bank, she still had no fear.

Ultimately, neither could understand each other very much, but the experience bonded them: two neutrals who'd run and convinced themselves that they weren't running, who'd come to care more about this place and the people in it than they'd ever thought they would, and who'd come to the realization that it would soon - if current events were carried through to their logical conclusion - come crashing down as war took hold of the twin continents. What could they do but commiserate? They could cry, but they could laugh, too, as a tonic, in defiance of the impending sense of doom. That's what Kaureerah had been doing her entire life. Maybe it was the true gift she'd given Yuli that night. Maybe Yuli had already found it herself. These things were often hard to say.

In The Hourglass Order → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Tommy Kavanaugh
Characters: Tommy, Dory@jasbraq


The Vermillion Swirl was a high class establishment befitting of a Feskan noble. It was not, however, fitting of the Enthish boy sat across from her at the table of their booth. He’d been here once in the year, and spent the majority of his stipend on the visit. Tommy Kavanaugh would never say no to a ladies invitation, nor would he turn down a meal ticket at such a fancy establishment.

The two had met briefly at the auction that took place prior to the trials. He’d made passes at plenty of the girls and gotten turned down an equal number of times, but Dorothea had not explicitly done so. In fact, they’d discussed potentially stealing an item from another buyer, but that quickly fizzled out with the on-goings of the trials and his own personal business. Still, she had not forgotten the offer and that had brought them here, to this reputable establishment Hardly a place to talk of usual business, but perfect for the type of skullduggery they were likely to discuss.

Dory leaned back in her seat, eyeing the Enthish lad across. ”Do not worry about the costs of your meal, it shall be on me.” The Feskan waved at the staff for a bottle of wine to be shared between the two. ”I will say, I was quite surprised when you offered to steal something for a stranger.”

And as if waiting for her words, he finally dug into his meal. He could not afford this place, at least not right now. He began to cut into a steak while speaking, keeping eye contact ”Ya seemed in a pickle, so I offered a hand” as he shoveled a piece of meat into his mouth. It was the best thing he’d eaten in weeks, and he took a moment to savor the flavor, before continuing. ”I sensed somethin’ bout ya. A lotta babes are empty headed n’ that’s fine, but I reckon ya got demons about ya. Not like the void ones the school talks ‘bout, but, y’know, the ones up ‘ere.” he said, gesturing to his head with the knife he’d just used. A droplet of blood ran down it and he licked the blade clean. ”Made me feel like you’d treat me right, y’know?” he said, grinning as he put another piece of that delicious meat in his gullet.

As soon as the staff member returned with a bottle and two glasses did the girl open the bottle and pour one out for the both of them. ”Demons about me, whatever do you mean?” Dory chuckled as if Thomas was telling her a joke, however her eyes told a different story. ”Well, if you keep being entertaining I’ll keep treating you ‘right’.” A little wink went the Enthish man’s way as she began to cut into her own piece of meat.

Tommy swirled the wine in the glass. Yet another delicacy he did not commonly enjoy, but today, he sipped and enjoyed it. ”Ahh, I guess the look o’ loss on ya face. Saw it a lot in Barrowton, like ya itchin’ for somethin;.” He paused. He didn’t know what it was she was after though. Beautiful, noble, rich, what more could she really want? ”Power, maybe? We’re like of mind in that case, y’know.” he knocked it back like a shot, in his typical unrefined way as he dug into another piece of meat. ”Entertainin’s what I do, sweetheart. So, what is it ya after? What can I, a poor lil’ Enthish lad do for ya?” he smiled and winked, thoroughly helping himself to the banquet splayed before them.

Dory smiled and swung a finger from left to right. ”Ding ding, you guessed correctly.” She cocked her eyebrow in amusement for Thomas’s words. ”We are? Do you wish for power? Perhaps even a nice little noble title.”
The smirk on her face went from ear to ear, swinging her glass around slowly. ”How good are you ‘dealing’ with someone?”

”Whaddya mean?” he asked, gesturing a fork in her direction, swallowing his food. ”An’ who is this someone?” he smirked confidently. Unless she said Joshe Intaba himself, he felt plenty confident. Hell, with how good he felt fine dining, he’d take his chances with the old goat.

”Back in Feska there are a couple important houses” She paused to take another sip of her wine. ”They will get at each other's throats if one of them was being framed for the death of another.” Dory pointed her finger straight towards the man sitting across from her. ”Do you think you could manage that? I’ll be sure you’ll be properly rewarded in any way you wish.”

Tommy laughed. For all they pretended, nobles were no different than the street thugs that ran through Mudville or Barrowton. ‘Kill him, frame that one, steal his stuff’. The worlds they inhabited were the exact same, hidden through a veil of wealth and ‘proper’ lineage. And yet, he didn’t mind it. If the world was this rotten, even at stations he should have never been able to reach, then so be it. He’d crawl his way up there and laugh at the fuckers who’d have to grovel to him eventually. ”Piece o’ cake. I was a fookin legend in Barrowton, Feska’s no different I reckon. And if I’m gettin’ rewarded in any way I wish, then that’s a deal!” he exclaimed his last sentence with enthusiasm, drinking another full glass of wine in a single gulp before extending a hand to her. ”Thomas Kavanaugh, at ya service. You can call me Tommy if you wanna, though. Can’t do business if ya not familiar, right?”

Dory took his hand and firmly shook it. ”Dorothea Hohnstein. I have a much longer name than that but it does not roll off the tongue, so if you wish you could call me Dory.” Then as the handshake finished the Feskan leaned back into her seat once more. ”So, what kind of reward do you wish for such a task? Be it money, a title or something entirely different. Nothing is off the table of discussion.” Dory finished her glass. Feska was a marble with a mud core and she will either clean the mud or see the marble crumble.
Tommy stabbled what little remained of the steak with his knife and shoved it in his mouth, finishing it before continuing ”Dory, huh. Gotcha. To be blunt, I want everythin’. Noble title would be nice, but I reckon it’d also be trouble to carry around and I like movin’ light. Money’d be nice. Strength’d be even nicer.” he paused, and cracked his neck. ”Not to say I’m not ya guy, but there’s monsters around this place, y’know. People that can kill ya without tryin’. These highborns with magic out the wazoo. I need to level the playin’ field. Like one o’ those items that the kids got for the trials last year, ya feel? ” he spoke, pondering how she could make this possible.

”You would not like to have a title?” Dory looked rather disappointed, normally peasants would accept such a reward within a second. ”I would so enjoy having you close by, though.” Dory finished her substantially smaller plate and smiled. ”If you wish to lend something that could help you against the strong.” She hesitated before putting her tiara on the table. ”Then how about this?”

Tommy recognized it. Rumours of it being cursed, or inhabited by a demon. A funny juxtaposition considering his earlier comments, but he couldn’t help but grin. ”Depends on the title. Somethin’ like this would make a king, which I’d say is fittin” he spoke, picking it up. It was definitely the most expensive object he’d ever held in his hands, and it just… felt right to the touch. ”You sure you’re fine borrowin’ this? A lotta trust you’re putin’ in a scoundrel like me, y’know. ” he joked, knowing all too well he was going to follow through with his words. Maybe if this was some scumbag dude who was giving him a bad deal, but it was a scumbag babe who was giving him an excellent deal, at least as far as he was concerned. She was one of his people, even if their classes were worlds apart. Regardless, he set the crown on his head, felt what lay within and smiled devilishly. ”Yeah. This’ll do nicely.”

Dory smirked, pouring herself another glass. ”I was more thinking of the title of count to start off comfortably.” She once more swirled her glass around. The woman had insurance that there would be no cutting this deal short from either side. She then extended her hand. ”Well, let’s just say that if you accept this deal and shake my hand I’m more than sure you’ll bring it back, dearest Tommy.”

A small shiver ran up his spine at those words… that absolute confidence that things were going to go her way. She wasn’t particularly intimidating, but he was certain she wasn’t an idiot, so there was something to this. Regardless, he intended to honor the deal, at least so long as it was convenient. And so, he rose once more to shake the girls hand a second time. ”Count Kavanaugh has a nice ring to it, y’know. We got a deal then, Dory. To a fruitful relationship, ye?” he smirked and shook her hand, leaning in to give it a little kiss. He’d heard that was proper etiquette when dealing with ladies from Johann. Still, things once again were getting interesting. His luck had only gotten better since Moli’s, and this looked like another step on the ladder.

The two shook hands and soon after both could feel a connection made between them, it felt as ominous as it did secure. ”To a great relationship, Future Count Kavanaugh. The crown is yours until the Trials are over. I’m sure you’ll have a great time.”
In The Hourglass Order → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Thantra'luuren'woi'etaar.

Magnetic: 3
Arcane: 3
Binding: 3
Chemical: 3
Kinetic: 6
Atomic: 0
Blood: 5
Temporal: 4
Dark: 0
Command: 0
Primordial: 0

RAS: 8.58
Base Health: 20
Mana: Brutalist, Timewalker
Fruit: Pomegranate (misfortune) - Tie the fates of the fruit bearer and their enemy together. Every time the bearer succeeds in meeting a threshold or a (d2), their enemy must roll their next one with disadvantage. Every time their enemy fails at a threshold or a (d2), the bearer gains advantage on their next roll of either of these types.
Pomegranate (fortune): All passed thresholds and successful rolls add a stacking +3 bonus, up to +13. While the bonus is 9 or below, consecutive failures will dispel it. Above 9, any failures will dispel it. After +13 is reached, the player gains advantage.
Item: [Gauntlets of the Trailblazer]: Boosts arcane skill tier by 1. Grants exploding dice if kinetic + arcane are used in combination, so long as it is considered a melee attack. Grants 16 manas.
Crutches of the Vagabond - Grants an additional flee without losing her next turn. Grants 16 manas.

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