I may wait until a better moment and bring in another character, but I'll wait for a better time. We need a few less offensive characters and right now isn't the best time for one of those
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If anyone I used to RP with comes back to check my profile and is wanting to carry on: sod it, dm me your discord, let's get started again
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I miss the old RPGuild..
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9 yrs ago
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Rhoynar held his sword tightly, his mind racing with suspicion and the image of his home burning to the ground. Flames ripping through the bay, consuming every building and all life along the streets. Screams and shouts, the cries of families and souls trapped before the fire. His mind could see his mother, clutching a babe to her chest, begging his little brother to come back as he lay choking on his own blood. He could hear his little sister screaming, begging for them to stop- Rhoynar pushed his blade against the man, wanting so badly to end his life. The stranger may have had no part to play in the potential downfall of his family but behind the brown eyes, all Rhoynar could see was flames and the loss of everything he had. His sister humiliated, his mother sobbing as his family's men pulled her from his brother's dying body. They needed to leave.
Rhoynar had been about to demand exactly what friend, until Illinfer spoke. He was thankful for it, although perhaps his gratitude wasn't clear. He tried to focus his mind of how unlikely it was that his family would be dead upon his return to Astipor, after all Ilyn Grey needed his family alive if Rhoynar was to return with his treasure. Watching the man raise his hands, Rhoynar pulled his sword back and returned it to his side.
"We need to carry on. Through the night if we have to." He spoke quietly, turning his horse towards the road. "The sooner we get to Astipor, the sooner we can rest." His voice twitched with his own nerves, all of which had been shattered at the appearance of Illifer's old friend. His mind was curious but the questions could wait, after all, the man was still close by. He would wait until they were safe before questioning his companion on her past. No doubt such questions would arise in the future. He paused for a moment but pushing his horse into a trot. He turned his back to check before heading back along their path with the vision of an inferno in his mind once again. He would convince his family to leave if it meant delaying their journey for a few days. It wouldn't be a retreat if they still held power in Astipor. They had a council, no doubt someone would be willing to take up seat there in his families place. What if they couldn't be trusted? The worry was exhausting.
He paused on the darkness of the road until he knew Illifer was following and quickened his pace.
"Who was that man?" Rhoynar asked, the suspicion evident in his voice now. "You seemed more than shocked at his appearance."
Rhoynar had been about to demand exactly what friend, until Illinfer spoke. He was thankful for it, although perhaps his gratitude wasn't clear. He tried to focus his mind of how unlikely it was that his family would be dead upon his return to Astipor, after all Ilyn Grey needed his family alive if Rhoynar was to return with his treasure. Watching the man raise his hands, Rhoynar pulled his sword back and returned it to his side.
"We need to carry on. Through the night if we have to." He spoke quietly, turning his horse towards the road. "The sooner we get to Astipor, the sooner we can rest." His voice twitched with his own nerves, all of which had been shattered at the appearance of Illifer's old friend. His mind was curious but the questions could wait, after all, the man was still close by. He would wait until they were safe before questioning his companion on her past. No doubt such questions would arise in the future. He paused for a moment but pushing his horse into a trot. He turned his back to check before heading back along their path with the vision of an inferno in his mind once again. He would convince his family to leave if it meant delaying their journey for a few days. It wouldn't be a retreat if they still held power in Astipor. They had a council, no doubt someone would be willing to take up seat there in his families place. What if they couldn't be trusted? The worry was exhausting.
He paused on the darkness of the road until he knew Illifer was following and quickened his pace.
"Who was that man?" Rhoynar asked, the suspicion evident in his voice now. "You seemed more than shocked at his appearance."
George happily stuffed a small sausage pastry into his mouth as they made their way out towards the grounds, carrying a beautifully made cheese and cucumber sandwich. Whoever made this food was far better than his mum and far better than his Aunt Lysa's cooking. He hated Christmas for that reason, he knew Theo hated her cooking too but was just to polite to say. The Great Hall was fairly full although there seemed to a small majority of the students missing.
"Unicorns too." George added as soon as the conversation came up. "My brother says you can start to study all the creatures in the forest when we're in Third Year." The boy had found an insane fascination with the magical creatures of his world, all after an incident in Norfolk one winter. His Aunt Lysa lived in an ancient house on top of a small hill. She was an odd women, 'touched' was the word his father had used on occasion when their mum had been out of earshot. Her garden stood before a bog, far stretching along an old barely used road. His attention had been caught by a drifting light that looked far too unlike a car headlight. It bounced around for a second, dancing happily in the late evening moonlight. It seemed peaceful against the shallow snow, drifting to and fro across the bog. George shared the moment with his brother, both staring at the light as they sat on their Aunt's porch, not two winters ago. Hinkypunk was the word Theo had used as he explained all he'd been taught earlier that year.
The blonde's attention drifted over the crowd as they walked out off the bridge and into the grounds beyond. He could see groups huddled together, brooms in hand, chatting and pointing up at the castle as a lone figure twisted about the turrets. The whole prospect was exciting. He already longed to see his first Hogwarts Quidditch match although it wouldn't start until at least November. He followed behind his friends, trying to locate his brother among the collection of students. He wasn't hard to find though, standing among a strong bunch of Ravenclaw students, again, standing alone from the rest of the congregation. The crowd quickly perked up as a student clad in vivid yellow raced along the bridge at such a high speed it felt like a gale, rippling through robes and hair. There was no doubt that the new models of broom were getting faster and faster. The student crossed through a hovering red line and joined a group of cheering Hufflepuffs.
A slender women with thick black hair blew a whistle and shook her head, causing both outrage and joy. The Hufflepuff students spent a moment expressing their anger before patting their friend on the back and stepping back to let someone else try. George watched a Slytherin girl with long brown hair pull her hair into a ponytail and step up to the line, feet on the either side of her broom. She shuffled her feet and pushed off the ground as soon as the whistle hit, her silver broom disappearing into a blur as she shot through the line at the simple sound of the whistle. George found a small spot of free grass and sat, Seine joining him soon after, eyes glued to the girl as she turned around the first tower.
"When do we get to do this?" Seine laughed, making room for Sadie on the ground which was thankfully dry.
"Unicorns too." George added as soon as the conversation came up. "My brother says you can start to study all the creatures in the forest when we're in Third Year." The boy had found an insane fascination with the magical creatures of his world, all after an incident in Norfolk one winter. His Aunt Lysa lived in an ancient house on top of a small hill. She was an odd women, 'touched' was the word his father had used on occasion when their mum had been out of earshot. Her garden stood before a bog, far stretching along an old barely used road. His attention had been caught by a drifting light that looked far too unlike a car headlight. It bounced around for a second, dancing happily in the late evening moonlight. It seemed peaceful against the shallow snow, drifting to and fro across the bog. George shared the moment with his brother, both staring at the light as they sat on their Aunt's porch, not two winters ago. Hinkypunk was the word Theo had used as he explained all he'd been taught earlier that year.
The blonde's attention drifted over the crowd as they walked out off the bridge and into the grounds beyond. He could see groups huddled together, brooms in hand, chatting and pointing up at the castle as a lone figure twisted about the turrets. The whole prospect was exciting. He already longed to see his first Hogwarts Quidditch match although it wouldn't start until at least November. He followed behind his friends, trying to locate his brother among the collection of students. He wasn't hard to find though, standing among a strong bunch of Ravenclaw students, again, standing alone from the rest of the congregation. The crowd quickly perked up as a student clad in vivid yellow raced along the bridge at such a high speed it felt like a gale, rippling through robes and hair. There was no doubt that the new models of broom were getting faster and faster. The student crossed through a hovering red line and joined a group of cheering Hufflepuffs.
A slender women with thick black hair blew a whistle and shook her head, causing both outrage and joy. The Hufflepuff students spent a moment expressing their anger before patting their friend on the back and stepping back to let someone else try. George watched a Slytherin girl with long brown hair pull her hair into a ponytail and step up to the line, feet on the either side of her broom. She shuffled her feet and pushed off the ground as soon as the whistle hit, her silver broom disappearing into a blur as she shot through the line at the simple sound of the whistle. George found a small spot of free grass and sat, Seine joining him soon after, eyes glued to the girl as she turned around the first tower.
"When do we get to do this?" Seine laughed, making room for Sadie on the ground which was thankfully dry.
FUCK! I missed it!
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9 yrs ago
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Why do I get the feeling both of our posts are starting to fill with pop culture Easter eggs? Hahahahah
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9 yrs ago
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Me too, be nice to keep it going. I'm sure we can keep going with less people or advertise for more players and just ignore the characters who are no longer active
Oh no that sucks :( hopefully you get to go somewhere nice or stay where you are if that's nice too
Hahahahah XD I've watched you tubers play the first episode but that's all I've seen. Is it recommended to play the actual Boarderlands games first? I've been eyeing the Handsome Collection but I'm not sure if it's my thing
Hahahahah XD I've watched you tubers play the first episode but that's all I've seen. Is it recommended to play the actual Boarderlands games first? I've been eyeing the Handsome Collection but I'm not sure if it's my thing
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@the crafty pig Sorry, had an issue come up at work. All sorted now.
I've got a basic outline already written, it'll be up around noon tomorrow, or at least with you as we can add Caroline in
I've got a basic outline already written, it'll be up around noon tomorrow, or at least with you as we can add Caroline in
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I'll be posting tonight, you best be around buddy! Haha
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