In that she's an ineffectual asshole?
It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it.
That and wenching (of any gender) are of course central to any good heroic tale.
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I'm happy to be seduced by quality writing.
I am also a person, who does things, in places. Which should suffice for now.
Back on a new account, so don't be surprised to see fresh takes of old characters (I really liked some of my old ideas!).
I am also a person, who does things, in places. Which should suffice for now.
Back on a new account, so don't be surprised to see fresh takes of old characters (I really liked some of my old ideas!).
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It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it.
That and wenching (of any gender) are of course central to any good heroic tale.
Personally, I'm just enjoying the funny skeleton man.
It seems like near-every player is in the mood for doing something other than writing posts.
I have a collab with Transcience that is 95% done, just one more paragraph to go!!! :D
Man, I'm falling behind! Planning on working out a post soon, I think! Been a bit under the weather lately.
No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
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Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Posted, a rather short bit of work, but I'm wary of being quite busy in the next couple of days, so I figure'd it be best to just "invite" Roger to the party (so to speak).
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Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Standing before the door that led to the dining hall Roger made quite a sight. Still dressed in his hunting clothes, the victims of three days spent hunting, he was covered in mud and dirt. A pair of pheasants were draped comically over his broad shoulders and a shotgun, breech open, rested idly on his arm. Worse still, his normally well-kept mustache and meticulously trimmed beard had flourished in the forest, safe from all manner sharp things, and were now quite evocative of the wilderness. He would have much preferred a change of clothing, not to mention a proper bath and a good shave before presenting himself to the head of the order. However, he did not expect Monsieur Adam was calling an early morning meeting over trifle matters and as such a breach of etiquette was an acceptable consequence of an expedient if belated arrival.
Knocking heavily on the door, Roger waited for the talking on the other side to die down before entering into the usually bustling dining hall.
"Forgive my lateness, sir," Roger said to Adam as he strode into the room. Caught off guard by the amount of food assembled on the table, Roger struggled for a moment against the ingrained habits of his former life, he expected Monsieur Adam was not one to appreciate salutes and military manners. Instead, Roger allowed himself to observe the other individuals gathered around the table and offered a polite smile before securing the birds and weapon in a corner of the room with the well-practiced ease of a former military man.
Finding a seat at the table, his eyes were drawn to the croissants neatly arranged in a basket. His amazement at discovering that Monsieur Adam retained a chef capable of mastering the fine intricacies of French baking in the heart of Hungary had not yet abated. It was but one of the many benefits of membership in the society, which the humble Frenchman could have scarily imagined before he joined. He could forgive the eccentricities of the wealthy, sometimes, at least when it ensured that he had comfortable lodgings and food fit for a king...not to mention wine.
"I did not wish to inconvenience you or your servants with my coming and goings, and as such I did not think to inform your man Ren that I would be hunting," Roger explained as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "If it is not too much trouble perhaps you can fill me in on what I have missed and what has lead us to this welcome if early meeting?"
Knocking heavily on the door, Roger waited for the talking on the other side to die down before entering into the usually bustling dining hall.
"Forgive my lateness, sir," Roger said to Adam as he strode into the room. Caught off guard by the amount of food assembled on the table, Roger struggled for a moment against the ingrained habits of his former life, he expected Monsieur Adam was not one to appreciate salutes and military manners. Instead, Roger allowed himself to observe the other individuals gathered around the table and offered a polite smile before securing the birds and weapon in a corner of the room with the well-practiced ease of a former military man.
Finding a seat at the table, his eyes were drawn to the croissants neatly arranged in a basket. His amazement at discovering that Monsieur Adam retained a chef capable of mastering the fine intricacies of French baking in the heart of Hungary had not yet abated. It was but one of the many benefits of membership in the society, which the humble Frenchman could have scarily imagined before he joined. He could forgive the eccentricities of the wealthy, sometimes, at least when it ensured that he had comfortable lodgings and food fit for a king...not to mention wine.
"I did not wish to inconvenience you or your servants with my coming and goings, and as such I did not think to inform your man Ren that I would be hunting," Roger explained as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "If it is not too much trouble perhaps you can fill me in on what I have missed and what has lead us to this welcome if early meeting?"
Who is ready toadd more kittensand othercute things to the RP?
I'm down.
Sneaky quote editing aside, sounds wonderful...in a proper heroic type of way?
Beard and old man competition, go!
Volkimir really doesn't have any historical or mythological analogy that I can think of. He's motivated almost entirely by selfish reasons, and is pretty detached from the majority of humanity.
You say that now, but when Transcience throws a pretty damsel/man in his way and this becomes a vampire rom-com I'm going to blame you.
Personally, I skipped quite a bit and omitted stuff that happened on Altim's journey to unite the West, but the gist is that he's basically Cynderian Jesus.
I always play Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus when I read one of his posts, truly I am a wizard.
Erebus is the cuddliest of all the dragons.
Noted. :)
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