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Thread: Can't go there in real life

RE Can't go there in real life - requested addendum Ok. I have to apologize for seeming to bump this thread, but I'm new here and it seems I have, again, neglected some information that is commonly included. Several people have asked for, or suggested, that I post a sample of my rp writing. The following is from the last true storyline rp I did a couple of years ago I sat in the bus staring at the back of the seat in front of me but not seeing it. No need to look out the window - Mom and Virgil were gone. Hed driven her home just before the bus boarded, just like Id asked him to. I was worried that she might be crying so hard it would cause her to get into a wreck, so Id made her ride with me and Virg in his truck, and promise to leave before I got on the bus. I felt the wet patch on my shirt, right between my neck and the shoulder, where shed buried her face against it and cried the kind of tears that mothers cry when their love gets too big to hold inside. A few months ago, I would have been embarrassed to have the whole world see me and mom hugging and crying over each other that way. West Texas was not a place where you saw men cry, even when they were saying goodbye to their moms and headed off to boot camp during a war. Now though, I didnt worry about what the rest of the world thought. A man cant be worried about the judgment of other people, he has to be worried about judging himself. Bobby Ray taught me that. Id made mom and Virg leave before I got on the bus, so I wouldnt look out the window and see her standing there, and feel like Id abandoned her. So wed left our tears on each other, and held on to the last moment of the world that I knew until finally Id turned her over to Virg and watched them drive away his old rust and faded green truck growing smaller and less distinct, until that world finally disappeared forever in the shimmering heat waves rising from a county road. The air brakes hissed as they released, and the bus began moving. Still I did not look out the window, did not need to see the town and fix it in my mind. I knew every street, building, and sign by heart had lived here in Crystal Blue all of my eighteen years. I knew it would hurt almost as much as saying goodbye to mom and Virg. Love is like that. Mira taught me that. Id learned a lot of things in the last summer of my old world. I learned about good and evil, fear and courage, love and hate. Things that, in my ignorance, I thought I knew before. Not that I understood them, mind you, just that I knew they were there, inside every one of us, pushing us one way or the other depending on which of those qualities we chose to encourage. I learned about friendship. Virgil taught me that. Life had been good in the old world. I didn't know it, never even thought about it, and now, as the bus passed out of town, I felt a powerful sense of loss. Suddenly, I wanted to change my mind, go back home, load the old jon boat into my truck and spend at least one more day fishing with Virgil on West Lake Too late of course. The door to the new world only works one way. Crystal Blue taught me that.
Thread: Family Values (AllThingsCuddly and GoldenGateSon)

It had been a tough few weeks. She and David had been together since before her modeling career. He had seen her beauty even before the agent that 'discovered' her at the age of fifteen. By the time she was nineteen not only were she and David engaged, she had appeared on the cover of Playboy magazine. It was shortly after that when David asked her to stop modeling. When a stalker followed her home one day and had to be fended off by David she finally gave up her modeling career. They were married soon after and only a month after their wedding she got pregnant. That was sixteen years ago. She still had her stunning good looks and by looking at her you couldn't tell that she had a child. Her stomach was still smooth and unmarked by stretch marks. Her black hair was a radiant as ever and her C-cup breasts were still firm and perky. After her daughter was born she had worked with a physical trainer to get back in shape. Then when her daughter was old enough to be enrolled in school she started modeling again. It wasn't until she appeared on the cover of Maxim a year ago that David finally had enough and decided to leave her. No matter how many times she told him that she had never cheated on him, he wouldn't believe her. For now she and her daughter were staying with family while she got back on her feet. Luckily her twin sister had been very accommodating. She had a four-bedroom home and it was just her and her teenage son about her own daughter's age. Both she and her daughter were given their own rooms. She couldn't help feel like her nephew was constantly checking her out though. But then, he was a teenage boy and he had a supermodel living in his home. Her bedroom had a private bathroom but she never tended to lock the door, a bad habit most likely from living with her husband and daughter for so long. Annalise Starre was just slipping out of her bra and panties and into the shower when she heard a noise at her door. Grabbing the towel from the shelf she wrapped it around herself and stepped out into the hall to find her nephew standing there. He jumped when he realized he'd been caught but it was obvious what he had been doing. She set her hands on her hips. My, my, what have we here a peeping tom?
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

There was a place, between wakefulness and dreams, where suggestions of what was around the dreamer played out, whispers and ghosts, shadows distorted by the mind unable to come to grips with the world outside. It would be there, that small suns, casting shadows, danced, hanging from the flayed skin of the firmament, deeper and more translucent shadows, all only half the white or yellow of a much larger sun. No, there was a green cast to the light and shadows. But noise there was as well, a strange music, and not that of the city or wilds, not the song of beast and wind, but of water. Some of it falling and splashing, tickling at naked feet. Others dripping, some ways off, and some close at hand, a plinking sound that splattered against the stone. In the distance, though a faint caress moved over them, the wind was a mournful sigh, a lover who has not seen her love in many a year, singing softly for his return. Beneath them, the ground was cold and hard, but slick, water, or the moisture of the waters spray, the stone itself mostly worn away, no sharpness or edges to press against the flesh. Against their feet, water, cool and fresh, would lap and spray, dipping below the surface at times, above at others. As wakefulness came, the cave would be revealed. It was a circular chamber, more or less, thirty feet to a side, a pool taking up half the space in the center. A man sized stream of water came down a hole in the ceiling, too far away to reach. The cave was lit by strands of moss, and in those strands were ten orbs, similar to the strands of kelp and sea-weed, the bulbs holding the light the size of a mans head. There was an exit, a hole along the floor of the cave, a running water channel beside it, but besides the pouring water, there is no visible way out save that.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

The dagger didn't make sense. He recognized it. It was, after all, his dagger, and he remembered bringing it with him. By itself, there was nothing extraordinary about a piece of his own equipment, that he had chosen to bring, being with him. But why was it the only thing? His clothes were gone. So were his journals, his maps, his horse, his tools, his rations. So why would whoever had done this he didn't know who leave him his dagger? Was it in case he gave up hope? He just sat there, spinning it in his hand, hoping to make sense of this, or at least remember something useful.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

Where... am I? , as soon as she regained consciousness Emanaia wondered where she was, had someone put a spell on her? she couldn't remember having here on her own nor had any memory related to this cave. All of her things was gone with the sole exception of her sword, had someone stole her backpack she wondered, not worrying about her missing clothes which were not much after all. Slender yet very curvaceous the tan skinned zingaran woman had long hair cascading in small waves, beautiful bright hazel eyes and swollen red lips. She didn't look too strong strong but the sight of her was a very distracting one thanks to her perfectly rounded heavy breasts and the smoothness of her long luscious legs which ended in the tightest bubbly ass. Looking around she saw she was not alone in there and so she approached to the nearest of the strangers. Do you know by any chance were are we or how do any of us arrived here? . Emanaia stood up straight not ashamed at all of her own nakedness but on the contrary almost proud in her ways and language.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

Killian was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of someone wondering aloud. Between the words not being in his primary language and Killian not having been paying attention to much of his surroundings, he didn't initially make out what was being said. Still, the realization that he was not alone was still enough to abandon idle thoughts. He clenched his dagger and began looking around, his gaze eventually landing on a form clearly not used to not being noticed. While the sight of the sword she carried was enough to make him lean back cautiously, the sight of the rest of her was enough to keep him from jumping to his feet defensively. Fortunately, she soon spoke, forcing him to refocus on the situation. He recognized the language as Zingaran and shook his head in a quick answer before standing. Not only was it polite, but with her standing and him sitting, it was impossible to look at her face without his gaze getting diverted by other things along the way. He stood a bit uncomfortably. Killian was at least a moderately attractive man, so wasn't ashamed of his body, but something about standing next to an objectively more attractive member of the opposite sex was enough to invite a little self-consciousness. Zingaran I was attempting to put together what I was doing, but nothing helpful came to mind. I was exploring, so the being lost in a cave part makes enough sense, just not the change in clothing.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

img280x200 alignright Emanaia Lajaira Zingaran And I was supposed to be traveling back to Zingaria but the rest is blank, guess it doesn't make sense either but I don't think it is a coincidence for both of us to be left alone with just our weapons and this... outfit. Her usual attire didn't really covered much more but it much more fashionable than this and with some contempt Emanaia grabbed the loincloth she had just using a couple of fingers. It would be inevitable not watch the thin line of cloth digging into her pussy as she raised her scanty clothing into her hands. I do hope they did nothing to us while we were unconscious considering they did change our clothes, do you see something weird? once again the attractive zingaran youth offered a deviant display of comeliness and beauty as she turned, stretched flexed and bent in every direction for the stranger to look at her, ...but i don't feel weird or in pain so guess I should be fine. Now, should be look investigate that exit over there? Giving her back to the stranger once again the bronzed skinned beauty swayed her way to one of the bulbs that lighted up the place seeing if she could use her arming sword to cut free one of the orbs without damaging. Oh excuse me I forgot to introduce myself, My name is Emanaia Lajaira, maybe you can tell me yours when you're done staring at me like that the zingaran seductress giggled and then continued what she was trying to achieve. Attack Roll16
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

She would be able to slice through the moss, the fibers parting under the cuts of her blade, none of the metal puncturing the pod, though for a moment, there was the smell of sulfur, the stink of old eggs, before a vine, what was cut, drifted down in front of her face. Still, the pod was glowing, and there was no more smell.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

img200x220 alignright Vallah Vallah was the last girl to wake. The Vanir girl gave a soft, low moan as she slowly rose out of her dreams and looked around. Emerald eyes settled upon the sword clutched in her hands. She blinked. Her father had made it for her in preparation for her first raid, her mother had blessed it with the Blade Dance, offering blood from each of her limbs to the spirit of the newly forged blade to make it strong, entreat it to protect her daughter. Where am I? she whispered. The redhead rose and looked around. Her hair, normally flames that bounded around her in ringlet curlswas transfigured by the water to long, straight, rosy locks. Crystal clear water glistened on her bare body. Her nipples were stiff and rosy from the chill. Noticing the two strangers, she blushed softly and for a moment covered her breasts with one arm, holding back to listen. She wanted to cover her flower temple as well, but wouldn't surrender her sword at a time like this. It took the redhead a momnet to place the languege the beautiful girl and the handsome man were talking. Zingaran. She'd learned it to converse with merchants who came to the port--many of them pirates. The redhead pondered for a moment, then stepped further into the light. This is a strange place, she said softly. I don't remmeber hwo I got here either. My name is Vallah. Perhaps we should stick together?
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

img280x200 alignright Emanaia Lajaira With a grimace Emanaia covered her face from the foul smell. Luckily nothing else happened and she was able to obtain the plant still glowing. Just then another female voice could be heard from somewhere around them. The cave was so big so using her just acquired light the tan skinned girl easily spotted another woman she had previously missed and moved closer to her. Vallah was her name and she didn't know either how she had gotten here she said, just as she was going to ask for the very same question. Zingaran Yes sticking together is the best we can do for now until we figure out were are we or at least how to get out. Sheathing her sword Emanaia grabbed the vanir redhead's hand and pulled her so she would come with them, Oh and no need to be shy here Vallah, there is no one else around and we are just as naked as you are. Otherwise I'll just to have tear away that shyness out of you and in front of our handsome friend here. The temptress words and gestures were exactly that, tempting. But they were playful as well and there was no way to actually know what she really meant, she then quickly took the initiative again and stepped ahead, light on hand and tantalizing ass waving from one side to the other leading the way to the exit. She suddenly stopped probably causing someone to bump into her, then turning nothing but her head she looked back asking By any chance, is anyone of you an explorer or has any knowledge about caves?
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

img200x220 alignright Vallah The nude redhead's cheeks flared afresh when the zingaran girl gave her flirty looks. Vallah felt her heart flutter and her blood heat. What's going on? A girl never made me feel like this before? So distracted was she by the blush and the flutter, that she stopped hiding the view of her body, holding her sheathed sword in her free hand and leaning it against one shoulder. She also stopped paying attention to where they were going Huguenot that, when Emanaia came to a sudden halt and gave a half turn, Vallah had to pull up hard not to run the other girl over. She felt her chest briefly graze the other girl's silky body for a split second as she pulled back.. Then she bumped fully into Killian behind her, the small of her back grazing his manhood!
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

When the beautiful woman mentioned Zingara, Killian nodded in polite under Zingaran Zingara? I see. He focused on her face a moment, noting the features and skin tone as best he could, given the lighting. He nodded, accepting that the nationality made sense, though since she couldn't remember where she was traveling from or how far along in her trip she'd been, it didn't help much. Once again, though, his thoughts were interrupted by another...necessary glance downward as she mentioned their clothing. Naturally she was the first to wonder if any other liberties were taken, his mind moving a bit slowly. Zingaran It is suspicious, he allowed at last. He dutifully inspected her as she presented herself in various ways, nodding half-heartedly as she suggested they investigate further. He continued watching as she made her way to the vines, which she seemed to guess at without looking back. He'd begun clearing his throat to admit that he'd been busted and introduce himself in turn, looking away nervously, when he happened to catch the movement of another resident, seemingly similarly dressed. Zingaran We have another, he said, unsure how to feel about this. He waved in reserved greeting, relieved to see that someone else was a bit insecure about being left in such a state. Zingaran I'm Killian. Aside from that, he remained silent made the acquaintance of the new person and offered support for sticking together, as well as for unveiling the younger woman's body, though on further inspection, which he felt bad for allowing himself, it turned out that he and Emanaia were not as naked as the young redhead was. He occasionally allowed himself extra confirming looks as he followed, maybe a bit closer than he should. As a result, when Emanaia stopped short and Vallah bumped into her, pulling back in surprise, he bumped into Vallah. He attempted to mutter out an apology before stepping back enough to give her more space. Zingaran I am an explorer, but I don't spend a lot of time in caves, generally more the over land type. He looked around to see if anything stood out. Survival1D204 62 4 Knowledge nature1D206 115 6
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

The stones, in patches, seem to be a dark, unearthly purple, at least once the light of the pods is discounted, but only in small blocks, little things that are almost like a bruise or scab in the gray and black. Near the waters edge, and hinted at in the deep, a suggestion of pale white stone, almost bone-like in color, was visible to the keen of eye. And the moss and pods? No hint of plants like that have been documented in the Hyborian lands, and no whisper or rumor of them came from the dark lands of sorcery and dread to the south. Or rather, no account for many a long century. For strange plants that glowed in the dark of night, casting their pale light as if one had taken a glimpse of the moon and encased it in green flesh? Many things that would be called impossible haunted the fell kingdom of Acheron....
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

img280x200 alignright Emanaia Lajaira Emanaia felt the graze of Vallah's breasts and nipples on her back as well as one of the her hands on her hips preventing the vanir girl from fully bumping into her. She moved back a little but then she moved forward agaisnt her even more than before and the tanned girl was able to feel the full weight of Vallah mashing her bare breasts against her back now. It turned that not only her but Killian had bumped into each other and into her as well. The whole pressing her naked body against her didn't make Emanaia uncomfortable but this was certainly the time for that kind of play, Zingaran I'm flattered Vallah, you certainly have a very attractive physique and I like you too the temptress had turned around by then and as she talked she took the freedom to trace the redhead's silhouette with her finger, and did it in a really slow and skillful way feeling every single one of her ribs before she went up through the middle of her chest, building up enough heat on Vallah she continued to caress the contour of the beautiful large breasts without touching them, not just yet, but only to pull away when she would see Valla's couldn't take it anymore, ... but this is not the time for this kind of fore play. Now please Killian would you be so nice as to guide us from now then Emanaia gave the luminous pod to the one who claimed to know something about exploring and awaited for him to guide them all out of the cave. I might be a shame for him not be behind the beautiful women but indeed he was the more capable of guiding them now.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

spot Check DC 20 img280x200 alignCenter Just outside of the light, a figure, silent as the shadows, is lurking, waiting, looking in and on, interest seemingly on it's face, and yet, it is shying away from the light cast by the pods in the cave. Little detail can be made out, save for that it is as short as a child, and very gaunt.
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

img280x200 alignright She woke, her body moving from the languid state of rest, her last memories of falling to slumber in the bed of her families estates, the silks cool against her skin, slaves having tended to her, massaging her body, making sure that her muscles and flesh were relaxed from the activities of the day before, and that she went to rest with pleasing thoughts and dreams. That she awoke on cool stone, with no hints of her silks, save for the throng between her legs. Her nose twitched, lips curling into a faint expression of displeasure. There was no fragrance from her garden, no slaves that were drawing the drapes open so that she could mediate to the rising sun. Still, a part of what woke, her, as she rose to her feet, a brush of her hand letting her know that the knife she offered up sacrifices to her patron had appeared on her hip in her slumber. Still, her face was composed, carefully blank and aloof, as benefited one of her noble blood when interacting with... well, these particular creatures. So, as she moved towards them, picking up on the fact that they were leaving, and one was apparently a guide, or at the least, considered competent by the other savages. And so she spoke, her voice cool and calm, something in it welcoming and erotic, much in the same way that a piece of art could be said to be. ZingarianGreetings Ymn rn. I find myself in a situation that is disadvantageous to myself. I would be interested, if you would welcome an additional companion?
Thread: Deep in the Dark......

The awkwardness of bumping into Vallah was quickly outshone by the way Emanaia teased Vallah for having bumped into her. He watched, more than casually amused, as the darker skinned woman teased the redhead's young body. He felt no shame in staring this time, as he no longer had any doubt that the Zingaran was intentionally putting on a show. When she stopped taunting or seducing the younger girl and asked him to lead the way, Killian nodded, stepping forward to accept the glowing pod. Almost immediately, he knelt down. He'd wanted to get a look at the ground beneath them. He wanted to see what he could make of the dark purple sections of stone. Were they stones of different hue, and possibly substance, than the rest? Were they simply stains on the ground? He wished he had something to write with, and on, so that he could draw anything that looked pattern-like to reference later. At the moment the only possibilities that came to mind were not reassuring. He was lost in thought, searching the ground, so the mutterings in the distance somewhere were only barely registered. The louder Zingaran words, however, did register, and quickly show to be from yet another new occupant. Was she unconscious as well and they simply hadn't seen her? Had she...appeared after they set out? He turned toward the voice, standing slowly. Unsurprisingly, she was clothed similarly to the rest. He nodded and smiled politely, slowly becoming less guarded regarding the revealing clothing. Zingaran Seems to be a common occurrence. Please. Separately, I recommend that we more thoroughly search this area before proceeding. This is twice we've been surprised by unexpected occupants, and successive surprises are unlikely to be as pleasant.