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#41
Roleplaying / Re: A Dance in Castle Ubent 2:...
Last post by JDodger - March 03, 2023, 04:39:22 AMRed Hood 1: Get him now,
. Before the militia comes.
. Before the militia comes.
#42
Roleplaying / Re: A Dance in Castle Ubent 2:...
Last post by JDodger - March 03, 2023, 04:37:53 AMMan 1: My God, so they are killers.
. I've heard lots of people say,
. "Once a man's a killer,
. "He'll just keep on killing and killing.
. "They sort of develop a taste for blood."
Man 2: Yeah, that's right.
. Kill one man,
. Or kill ten,
. It's all the same.
. After all,
. They can only hang you once...
Dusk has barely begun to fall, and already the deep and winding paths and passages of the Citadel are bathed in darkest shadow.
Among the shadows an even darker one slips, a broad figure clad in threadbare sable, and from wall and window more shadows watch, these clad in red hoods, watching a dead man walk the streets of Ubent.
And he sings:
It a ring
And all we hear is it a ring
It a ring
And all we hear is it a ring...
. I've heard lots of people say,
. "Once a man's a killer,
. "He'll just keep on killing and killing.
. "They sort of develop a taste for blood."
Man 2: Yeah, that's right.
. Kill one man,
. Or kill ten,
. It's all the same.
. After all,
. They can only hang you once...
Dusk has barely begun to fall, and already the deep and winding paths and passages of the Citadel are bathed in darkest shadow.
Among the shadows an even darker one slips, a broad figure clad in threadbare sable, and from wall and window more shadows watch, these clad in red hoods, watching a dead man walk the streets of Ubent.
And he sings:
It a ring
And all we hear is it a ring
It a ring
And all we hear is it a ring...
#43
Roleplaying / Re: A Dance in Castle Ubent 2:...
Last post by JDodger - March 03, 2023, 04:35:41 AMRoleplay from Tetraxian Rizz Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp-combat
Message sent to all nobles of Perleone (18 recipients) - 1 month, 2 hours, 5 minutes ago
Well I lay down, lay down, and try to... take it all in...
I lay down, I lay, I lay down and try to take it all in (Take it all in)
A quarter-million people, and I didn't have a... single friend.
It is still cold and it is still dark, but Tetraxian begins to remember...
Message sent to all nobles of Perleone (18 recipients) - 1 month, 2 hours, 5 minutes ago
Well I lay down, lay down, and try to... take it all in...
I lay down, I lay, I lay down and try to take it all in (Take it all in)
A quarter-million people, and I didn't have a... single friend.
It is still cold and it is still dark, but Tetraxian begins to remember...
#44
Roleplaying / Re: A Dance in Castle Ubent 2:...
Last post by JDodger - March 03, 2023, 04:33:48 AMThe hustlers and the jivers are scalping fake tickets and promises of same...
The painted-face harlots and the rose-cheeked country lasses are powdering up...
Before a great oaken desk in an office behind a bell behind a cord behind a curtain behind a well-known bar in the entertainment district, a hulking shadow paces, old fears renewed...
Super Bard walks the winding streets of Castle Ubent...
Super Bard, confirmed dead now a year and more...
Returns... and walks the streets of the Citadel, flesh and blood...
And he sings....
I wanted to be a stage-singin' staaa-a-a-ar
And you were just a country waitress... in a baa-a-a-ar
And I knew if we had money, we could go... faar, a-aar
So I set out in search for that fortune and... fa-a-ame
Now I'm out here doin my best
But each night
as I lay me down to rest
Oh woman, I stii-ill
got lovin' you-ou
On myyy... mind
The music playa on, and the curtain rises, and the crowd in the People's Forum of the Free City of Ibladesh, many years in the future, stand and applaud as one...
The painted-face harlots and the rose-cheeked country lasses are powdering up...
Before a great oaken desk in an office behind a bell behind a cord behind a curtain behind a well-known bar in the entertainment district, a hulking shadow paces, old fears renewed...
Super Bard walks the winding streets of Castle Ubent...
Super Bard, confirmed dead now a year and more...
Returns... and walks the streets of the Citadel, flesh and blood...
And he sings....
I wanted to be a stage-singin' staaa-a-a-ar
And you were just a country waitress... in a baa-a-a-ar
And I knew if we had money, we could go... faar, a-aar
So I set out in search for that fortune and... fa-a-ame
Now I'm out here doin my best
But each night
as I lay me down to rest
Oh woman, I stii-ill
got lovin' you-ou
On myyy... mind
The music playa on, and the curtain rises, and the crowd in the People's Forum of the Free City of Ibladesh, many years in the future, stand and applaud as one...
#45
Roleplaying / Re: A Dance in Castle Ubent 2:...
Last post by JDodger - March 03, 2023, 04:30:52 AMWell, I hold the handle, my enemies,
And you've got the blay-ade...
Well, I hold the handle, my enemies,
And you've got the blay-ade...
Don't try to fight, young man,
You will lose the fi-ight...
Say don't try to fight, old man,
You will lose the fi-ight...
Super Bard walks the streets of the Citadel, and the rumors pour forth...
And you've got the blay-ade...
Well, I hold the handle, my enemies,
And you've got the blay-ade...
Don't try to fight, young man,
You will lose the fi-ight...
Say don't try to fight, old man,
You will lose the fi-ight...
Super Bard walks the streets of the Citadel, and the rumors pour forth...
#46
Roleplaying / A Dance in Castle Ubent 2: The...
Last post by JDodger - March 03, 2023, 04:29:34 AMRoleplay from Tetraxian Rizz Player experience level: mentor Player play preference: rp-combat
Message sent to all nobles of Perleone (18 recipients) - 1 month, 1 day, 21 hours, 17 minutes ago
It is dark, and it is cold, and he remembers but shaky things, stuttering...
Message sent to all nobles of Perleone (18 recipients) - 1 month, 1 day, 21 hours, 17 minutes ago
It is dark, and it is cold, and he remembers but shaky things, stuttering...
#47
Roleplaying / Karl-Jagutu Happy Smoke and Si...
Last post by JDodger - March 02, 2023, 09:43:35 PMThe fire is dug about a foot and a half into the earth, and they would have dug deeper, you think, if they could have in this place.
The whole thing is an ingeniously crafted carburetor-like setup with a little chimney up and out through the clay off to one side, and the light is low and close and pleasant, even given the circumstances.
The little brown man you've been captured by - the leader of the little brown men you've been captured by - leans in close to the patient flames with something in his mouth, some kind of wet rolled-up leaf, the suffocatingly-intense scent of it making your head spin even from where you are, tied to this tree somewhere deep in the unmapped delta-swamps of Abaka.
When he draws upon it, causing the end to spark and glow with a fire of a thousand colors, you nearly pass out.
Congratulations, lucky peasant, or whoever you think you are, you just caught contact. This little guy smokes something serious, and if you can stay awake and lucid, he might tell you what it is so you can get more - if you survive this !@#$.
Man, you suddenly really hope to survive this !@#$ again. You've found a whole new reason for living. This is awesome, who cares who's got you tied up to what where or how it happened or the hellish trip it took to get here through swamps and swamp things. More, please.
The little brown man regards you with a lean and quizzical eye, non-smoking hand rolled up over his smoking arm as he takes a long, long draw and blows some of the smoke around to all the captives, some of whom you know, and others you don't.
Not everybody reacts to it the same way. Some cough thickened coughs and cry thickened tears, others pass out right away. Some of these will not survive the night. You're lucky. You've made it this far without any major symptoms of an overdose.
"Wow! You liking this !@#$!" the little brown man says to you, pursing his lips and nodding.
"Okay, new white friend, you want Karl-Jagutu tell you story, maybe singing song? Smoking more? A-ha-ha! Yes! You wanting that! Okay! Okay! Smoking and then singing! We friends now!"
"Oh! No, sorry, you staying tied up!"
The whole thing is an ingeniously crafted carburetor-like setup with a little chimney up and out through the clay off to one side, and the light is low and close and pleasant, even given the circumstances.
The little brown man you've been captured by - the leader of the little brown men you've been captured by - leans in close to the patient flames with something in his mouth, some kind of wet rolled-up leaf, the suffocatingly-intense scent of it making your head spin even from where you are, tied to this tree somewhere deep in the unmapped delta-swamps of Abaka.
When he draws upon it, causing the end to spark and glow with a fire of a thousand colors, you nearly pass out.
Congratulations, lucky peasant, or whoever you think you are, you just caught contact. This little guy smokes something serious, and if you can stay awake and lucid, he might tell you what it is so you can get more - if you survive this !@#$.
Man, you suddenly really hope to survive this !@#$ again. You've found a whole new reason for living. This is awesome, who cares who's got you tied up to what where or how it happened or the hellish trip it took to get here through swamps and swamp things. More, please.
The little brown man regards you with a lean and quizzical eye, non-smoking hand rolled up over his smoking arm as he takes a long, long draw and blows some of the smoke around to all the captives, some of whom you know, and others you don't.
Not everybody reacts to it the same way. Some cough thickened coughs and cry thickened tears, others pass out right away. Some of these will not survive the night. You're lucky. You've made it this far without any major symptoms of an overdose.
"Wow! You liking this !@#$!" the little brown man says to you, pursing his lips and nodding.
"Okay, new white friend, you want Karl-Jagutu tell you story, maybe singing song? Smoking more? A-ha-ha! Yes! You wanting that! Okay! Okay! Smoking and then singing! We friends now!"
"Oh! No, sorry, you staying tied up!"
#48
Roleplaying / Re: The Black Grimoire: Tales ...
Last post by JDodger - March 01, 2023, 03:48:51 AMLetter from Caladar Rizz
Message sent to all nobles of Reven (18 recipients) -many moons ago
Diplomacy
Letter from Caladar Rizz
(Personal message to Ryosuke Guile) - just in
Greetings Hierophant
My thanks for your welcome to Firbalt your kind invitation
To Firbalt the city once fallen to darkness
Daimons claimed this city once upon a time
And wicked ones men who slicked their hair with oil
And sold their souls and bodies to the daimon kiss
And made war upon man in service and subservience
Service and subservience to the ones who are apart
The daimons old ones killers of men and monsters and elves and each other
Yes they kill each other as men do killer they war in the realm apart
We made war upon them the wicked men and wicked daimons
And there was much killing in the deserts and wastelands
Caelum fell and realms have come and gone since
Come and gone like the lazy one Tiberius we know him well
Know him well for killing underestimate him not killer
When he is not siezed by sleepings he kills and kills again
Many realms come and gone like the winds in the desert
Winds in the desert that stir the sands
Stir the sands and uncover the bones of empire
Like a mother waking her child from its cradle
Caladar Rizz
Knight of Vozzessdor
Kill smarter not harder killers
Caladar Rizz
Knight of Vozzessdor
Message sent to all nobles of Reven (18 recipients) -many moons ago
Diplomacy
Letter from Caladar Rizz
(Personal message to Ryosuke Guile) - just in
Greetings Hierophant
My thanks for your welcome to Firbalt your kind invitation
To Firbalt the city once fallen to darkness
Daimons claimed this city once upon a time
And wicked ones men who slicked their hair with oil
And sold their souls and bodies to the daimon kiss
And made war upon man in service and subservience
Service and subservience to the ones who are apart
The daimons old ones killers of men and monsters and elves and each other
Yes they kill each other as men do killer they war in the realm apart
We made war upon them the wicked men and wicked daimons
And there was much killing in the deserts and wastelands
Caelum fell and realms have come and gone since
Come and gone like the lazy one Tiberius we know him well
Know him well for killing underestimate him not killer
When he is not siezed by sleepings he kills and kills again
Many realms come and gone like the winds in the desert
Winds in the desert that stir the sands
Stir the sands and uncover the bones of empire
Like a mother waking her child from its cradle
Caladar Rizz
Knight of Vozzessdor
Kill smarter not harder killers
Caladar Rizz
Knight of Vozzessdor
#49
Roleplaying / Re: The Black Grimoire: Tales ...
Last post by JDodger - March 01, 2023, 03:47:12 AMThe phial is heavy in his hand, and he cannot look away...
Heavy in his hand as he studies the liquid within, and he cannot look away...
The liquid within swirls black and amber, and he cannot look away...
Swirls black and amber and full of visions, and he cannot look away...
Full of visions of death and killing, and he cannot look away...
Death and killing, and his heart trembles and laments, but he cannot look away...
What he cannot see, for he cannot look away, is the handful of horsemen that follow.
Their ponies are short and strong, and they themselves are short as strong boys and wiry as bowstrings.
They have waited a long time...
The phial is heavy in his pocket...
It is so close, and he can feel its yearning...
Hurry cowardly and shrinking one
Subservient and appeasing one hurry
There is no time for your waitings your watchings
Your writings and your askings hurry
I have waited and watched long enough
Watched and waited for the one who would come
The one who would come from across the sea
From across the sea bearing the blood of my blood
Blood must be had blood and killing
Blood and killing and I am so close
I am so close and I must return
The Masked One the Hand of Death must return
Must return and I am so close
Hurry killer
Heavy in his hand as he studies the liquid within, and he cannot look away...
The liquid within swirls black and amber, and he cannot look away...
Swirls black and amber and full of visions, and he cannot look away...
Full of visions of death and killing, and he cannot look away...
Death and killing, and his heart trembles and laments, but he cannot look away...
What he cannot see, for he cannot look away, is the handful of horsemen that follow.
Their ponies are short and strong, and they themselves are short as strong boys and wiry as bowstrings.
They have waited a long time...
The phial is heavy in his pocket...
It is so close, and he can feel its yearning...
Hurry cowardly and shrinking one
Subservient and appeasing one hurry
There is no time for your waitings your watchings
Your writings and your askings hurry
I have waited and watched long enough
Watched and waited for the one who would come
The one who would come from across the sea
From across the sea bearing the blood of my blood
Blood must be had blood and killing
Blood and killing and I am so close
I am so close and I must return
The Masked One the Hand of Death must return
Must return and I am so close
Hurry killer
#50
Roleplaying / Re: The Black Grimoire: Tales ...
Last post by JDodger - March 01, 2023, 03:43:45 AMHe has found it...
Wandering over the whispering sands, he has found it...
The markings in the stone are barely visible, and there is no other indication...
No other indication that this stone is any more or less than any other...
Just another stone among the thousands that lie in and upon the shifting desert sands...
Thousands upon thousands...
Each at a moment, at a breath of the wind, rising from the sea of sand, or being washed below its turbulent surface...
Rising and falling, rising and falling across the centuries...
A thousand generations of men and monsters and daimons and elves and the old dark ones might pass without a soul to see...
Without a soul to see this stone, this stone like any other...
Like any other but for the markings...
The markings are as faint as the stars as the dawn grows..
Grows and spreads its proud light across the sky, eclipsing all other lights...
This stone is not meant for the light, it is not meant for the sun and stars...
It is meant to call upon darkness, a darkness to blot out all light...
Blot out all light forever, the light of life...
Life, life, yes, Caladar will live...
Many others may not be so lucky...
It is a price Caladar must pay, willing or no...
He draws the blade across his hand, and his blood drips forth...
His blood drips forth red and hot against the cool tawny stone...
And the way is revealed...
Wandering over the whispering sands, he has found it...
The markings in the stone are barely visible, and there is no other indication...
No other indication that this stone is any more or less than any other...
Just another stone among the thousands that lie in and upon the shifting desert sands...
Thousands upon thousands...
Each at a moment, at a breath of the wind, rising from the sea of sand, or being washed below its turbulent surface...
Rising and falling, rising and falling across the centuries...
A thousand generations of men and monsters and daimons and elves and the old dark ones might pass without a soul to see...
Without a soul to see this stone, this stone like any other...
Like any other but for the markings...
The markings are as faint as the stars as the dawn grows..
Grows and spreads its proud light across the sky, eclipsing all other lights...
This stone is not meant for the light, it is not meant for the sun and stars...
It is meant to call upon darkness, a darkness to blot out all light...
Blot out all light forever, the light of life...
Life, life, yes, Caladar will live...
Many others may not be so lucky...
It is a price Caladar must pay, willing or no...
He draws the blade across his hand, and his blood drips forth...
His blood drips forth red and hot against the cool tawny stone...
And the way is revealed...