For those of us who work too damn much and have little to no time for live RP, forum Roleplaying has quickly become a little less disdainful than it was for so many of us back in the day.
With that in mind, we have this forum where you can start your own character thread, your intro if you will
If somebody replies and begins to play with your character in a forum setting, it allows players to have more freedom with time restraints. However, if the other players in your forum thread are currently online, you have the option of launching a live chat of your current thread. Just another nifty feature of the RPR
Hope to see you all again IC soon
~Mori. xo
With that in mind, we have this forum where you can start your own character thread, your intro if you will
If somebody replies and begins to play with your character in a forum setting, it allows players to have more freedom with time restraints. However, if the other players in your forum thread are currently online, you have the option of launching a live chat of your current thread. Just another nifty feature of the RPR Hope to see you all again IC soon
~Mori. xo
Would it bleed if you cut it? Chancing all the regal regard for a way through formidable disarray, he went through weeping willows and bent the will of the very creation into birth. Here. Here where his emblazoned and bloody fists came crashing down into the earth and spread the dismal decay from about him, forming about him, all the carcasses and corpses and disingenuous dead. He had killed. He had killed with all the might and thirst of one without the need for good or evil. He was evil. He was the threat. The remarkable forbearance of all that was damned came rending forth from the ground below. Chanting, deep, multiple voiced chanting as if he was possessed. Was there more inside him? Some furious flaring demonic forces flailing beneath the blackened robes? Here, so tinged with the sap and ink that had laid waste to the felonious innocents surrounding him, he kneeled and held the now fornicated fists as they pulled the dark forces from beneath the dirt against the silver and steel chalice that slowly sucked the night air into slowly forming inky dew. He would drink. Drink from the deads essence. The departed diseased souls. Here he would partake on the portioned blasphemies of the waylaid white souls tortured into screaming masses.
“Dæla! Dæla! Dæla! Dæla! Dæla!”
The chants mixed with the ungodly protrusions into his voice.
“Come forth you fools, for tonight I feast upon your souls.”
It was almost a song, so rhythmic and haunting as if perfectly tuned against the deepest bass and highest pitch screams. Wouldn’t you please fall into line? Pour forth into the Abyss’ perfection? His fingers so foul from the dirt and the blood. It was all that could be seen, as if there was some seer watching from afar. Perhaps some priests of light feeling the sting against the ether. Had he come? Had the prince of absolution come? To purify all the light and to bring the salient and tranquil darkness so that all dead things could live in peace? All dead things could live in peace. Dead – living, dead – living, dead – living. This chalice filled, as if tears of the dying now stained black and thickened with leaven came pouring from the heavens above, and he stayed upon his knee. He bound in black. He bound in death.
He - bound in death.
“Dæla! Dæla! Dæla! Dæla! Dæla!”
The chants mixed with the ungodly protrusions into his voice.
“Come forth you fools, for tonight I feast upon your souls.”
It was almost a song, so rhythmic and haunting as if perfectly tuned against the deepest bass and highest pitch screams. Wouldn’t you please fall into line? Pour forth into the Abyss’ perfection? His fingers so foul from the dirt and the blood. It was all that could be seen, as if there was some seer watching from afar. Perhaps some priests of light feeling the sting against the ether. Had he come? Had the prince of absolution come? To purify all the light and to bring the salient and tranquil darkness so that all dead things could live in peace? All dead things could live in peace. Dead – living, dead – living, dead – living. This chalice filled, as if tears of the dying now stained black and thickened with leaven came pouring from the heavens above, and he stayed upon his knee. He bound in black. He bound in death.
He - bound in death.
*Thunder rolled in the distance; it’s hollow rumble an ominous warning of the impending storm as the previously clear sky began to quickly darken and fill with heavy wine tinted cotton clouds. A strong wind blew in from the North, bringing with it the faint scent of ginger and spice. Leaves began to sing and branches began to groan deep within the mystic woods that surrounded the tavern. The dense undergrowth of these woods, home to so many weird and wonderful creatures, began to tremble and sigh as the formerly noisy woodland became eerily silent. Nothing could be heard apart from the occasional deep rumble of thunder, slowly creeping closer towards the tavern as thunderheads formed quickly overhead. From the trembling undergrowth a wolf suddenly burst forth, its strong dark paws skidding to a halt when it came to the small clearing before the pathway to the tavern. The ebony tinged beast lowered its nose to the ground and began to do what it did best; search the surrounding area for any potential danger to its mistress. Sensing none, the wolf sniffed the air once more before turning back and letting out a long low bark towards the mossy tendrils of the undergrowth. After relieving itself on a particularly pretty flower, the wolf disappeared down the path heading towards the Mystic Tavern. The path was well worn and well known to the shaggy canine and its mistress and soon the door was open, welcoming the wolf back inside the familiar darkness of the tavern. Expecting to see no one here, as was unfortunately the norm lately, the wolf began its regular inspection of the tavern before curling up in front of the fireplace to wait for its mistress.*
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