Winterwake

Avelierys - Original Fantasy World (CLOSED - Indefinite hiatus)

@GeekFactor It's a huge shame to lose you, but I totally understand having other stuff to do, especially MMO guild related stuff. It's been a pleasure to RP with you, so good luck to you and know that you'll be welcome back if you do decide to re-join later, on Emmy or on a new character.

In other news, we're open for business if anyone new wants to join.

The Burning of Volstryggr

Paint me interested in this. I might not take part, I'm not sure yet, but I'll certainly be watching.

Avelierys - Original Fantasy World (CLOSED - Indefinite hiatus)

Madame Rose

'The Garden' Brothel

The moment Rose opens the doors and enters her Garden she is greeted by the almost overpowering smell of perfumes and incense, a far cry from the smell of the docks but not so dissimilar to the scents of perfumes and flowers in the Delucian district. Not a moment later she is simultaneously greeted by her Bouncer who bows his head and approached by one of her girls.

A slim girl from the city of Avelyerian descent with the eye-catching raven hair and almost-as-black eyes of a Delucian. She curtseys and comes to a stop in front of Rose. "Welcome back ma'am." she murmurs politely before quickly adding "There's someone here to see you, a gloomy looking gentleman in a black cloak. We put him in your office while he waited ma'am, Trevor's watching him to make sure there's no funny business." She pauses again, briefly eyes Rose up and down, forces a smile and then adds "Should I fetch you some new clothes, ma'am?"

Avelierys - Original Fantasy World (CLOSED - Indefinite hiatus)

Madame Rose

Averine City Docks

Rose had not been in Velta's office for long, the weather and the state of the docks both remained unchanged from when Rose came from the Delucian district save for one thing she noticed: The massive battleship she saw on her way in had made port and the crew had begun to disembark and unload whatever cargo the ship was carrying. The people of Averine city continued on with their lives, and most didn't even notice the presence of the House Sauvage battleship.

The rain didn't let up for a moment as Rose made her way northwards back towards the Delucian district. As she walked she noticed the opposite effect to when she made her way southwards, the houses slowly became more expensive looking and the telltale shacks and hovels of the quayside became a rarer sight, soon after the smell of salt and fish too had disappeared. Once again, Madame Rose passed by the Siren's Pride inn and found her way back to the Delucian district, indeed quite soaked by now.

Velta Burr

Averine City Docks

As Velta stepped out of her office and into the street outside she noticed an unmistakeable silhouette and well know, easily recognisable face of a famous denizen of Avertine city. The man was Sir Obirrin Cheem, a Knight of house Delucia who strode proudly up the street with a second younger man walking beside him.

The Knight was old but no less fearsome and powerful. He was tall, straight backed and stood with an air of pride and command about him, he a bald head and impressive grey mutton-chop whiskers covering his upper lip and cheeks. He wore a black cloak and hood which were pinned closed with a pin baring the seal of House Sauvage, a silver embroidered crimson doublet and a pair of practical black pantaloons. The man beside him was far younger, barely a man at all. This stranger who bore the typical features and olive skin of a Velucian, with his commoner's clothes, shaven face and short straight dark brown hair could have been mistaken for some servant or perhaps at a stretch Sir Cheem's Squire, if not for the fact that he carried with him a shield and matching badge from the renowned Academy of the Silver Shield.

The pair would have drawn the eye in any of the districts of Averine city, even more so in the docks. From where Velta stood she could see some of the looks townspeople gave them as they passed. Some looked on with jealousy and scorn, others with admiration, some perhaps fancied their chances taking the pair down to steal and sell the spoils. Sir Obirrin paid the townsfolk no more heed than necessary, though he wasn't above a nod or greeting whenever he made eye contact. He looked at Velta as he passed by, nodded, and continued on up the street.

The young man in tow glanced around in a combination of awe and nervousness, as if he'd never been to Averine city before. If that was the case then his reaction to it all was understandable, for it was well known that no larger, more active city existed in the Empire or beyond. He too spared Velta a fleeting glance and nervous smile as he passed by before continuing up along the northwards road after Sir Obirrin.

Hello everyone!

Hello and welcome to the guild, Peco. I think there are quite a few people here including me who use R20 for tabletop RP sometimes.

Hello :)

Welcome to the guild and welcome back to the wonderful world of Roleplay, Cereline. I've no doubt you'll eventually find the kind of stuff you're looking for here.

The Sea King

Ulf Egilsson leapt to the ready, having been caught off guard as much as Harek he sprinted to join the Danes. He moved in behind the first row of shields and held his axe above his head, ready to bring it down on the heads of any Saxon men foolish enough to charge, and then lucky enough to survive reaching the wall of spears, swords and shields.

Avelierys - Original Fantasy World (CLOSED - Indefinite hiatus)

'The Garden' Brothel

Sir Luca Aimery

The man had remained quiet, and was glancing about the room idly when Luca addressed him. He looked up towards Luca in response "Not a clue, monsieur, but she's a dutiful woman who doesn't much like being gone for long." He pauses and moves to the door, opening it, poking his head out to peer around before closing it again and turning to look back at Luca. "She didn't say where she was going, nor did she take any guards along with her."

The Sea King

Ulf took a deep breath and strolled lazily about the yard, meandering in and out of the crowd. Occasionally he wanders away, though he kept close to the pack of Norsemen and never strayed too far, he did make a show of remaining just far enough from them to be singled out. As he walked he'd occasionally tap the butt of his axe on the palisade, a fence or the wall of a building. "Why do you hide, priests?" He barks out suddenly in Norse "Have faith, won't your god protect you?" which prompts a chuckle or two from some of the gathered Norsemen.

Avelierys - Original Fantasy World (CLOSED - Indefinite hiatus)

@Suaiedail@Aska@GeekFactor@Nymeria@Timemaster@Icarus@Kaesus

Though I enjoy the open world format and the possibility of the actions of characters having an impact on different people in different parts of the world, I realised, maybe, that I made a mistake when making this particular setting a free-roam one.

I had a thought yesterday evening which could improve the general experience for everyone, but feel that you the players should get to decide what happens, so we'll put it to vote!

I'm thinking maybe I split the thread into separate ones, each dealing with an individual/close-knit party in a single location to offer each a more focused narrative in an effort to improve the narrative experience for everyone involved. RP would take place at different times and though I might allow for the impacts of characters in different places to effect the world at large the downside is that player characters from different narrative stories wouldn't be able to meet or interact with one another.