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Thread: When Worlds Collide (Vertaige & darkangel76)

Zeke led the girl into town quietly, hearing her speak and he raised a brow...her voice was lovely but whatever it was saying it sounded like some Chinamen babble but he ignored it and continued on. He took his canteen and raised it to his lips and stopped...the water...it was sweet. Not unpleasantly so but it was definitely noticeable and he looked back at the girl leaning against his horse...she looked exhausted but something caught his eye, her tattoos swirled with a savage artistry off of her pale smooth skin. The color is what bothered him...it was a glacial blue but it looked like an odd shade almost fading from his sight but there under the light. He had noticed her body had been heavier than her slight frame had suggested and she had been cool, almost refreshingly so in the summer's heat. He shook his head of strange notions and walked into town with the folk glancing then crowding around as he did his best to explain things, Couldnt find that thing so it mighta jus' been some mass hysteria but this here little lady is looking worse for the wear so Doc is gonna look over her before we get to questions. He spoke as he pushed the people aside some parting and some getting closer. He could feel the poor creature get nervous so he pulled out his pistol and shot a round into the air, ALRIGHT! Everyone best be interested in going about thier daily lives lest we use that jail for more than grain storage. He smirked as the mass of people began to disperse as he made his way to the doctor's home.
Thread: lemme be a pretty boy sub! [OR Argonian dom... or Link from LoZ]

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Thread: lemme be a pretty boy sub! [OR Argonian dom... or Link from LoZ]

RE you gon LEARN today! well-endowed smut You gon learn today son, you gon learn today what a big DCK looks like! I just had to, sorry. Anyways I like the ideas for your RP. angel Good luck!
Thread: lemme be a pretty boy sub! [OR Argonian dom... or Link from LoZ]

RE you gon LEARN today! well-endowed smut Rainy High said You gon learn today son, you gon learn today what a big DCK looks like! I just had to, sorry. Anyways I like the ideas for your RP. angel Good luck! Click to expand... that ain't no penis, that's a LONG DICK! awright awright awwwwwwwriiiiiiiiight! thanks a bunch! D
Thread: lemme be a pretty boy sub! [OR Argonian dom... or Link from LoZ]

RE lemme be a pretty boy sub! OR reptilian humanoid dom... or Link from LoZ bump for the changes! bump of the ages!
Thread: Could we have folders for subscriptions?

Can it be like PM's? I like to subscribe to different kinds of threads. The most useful it the list of stories I'm writing in because it is a really great way to see really quickly where it's my turn. I also wanted to use it to subscribe to a few stories from other people, and maybe even to some idea threads I might want to respond to when I have time. But when I mix all of those together the nice simple purpose I started with goes away I can't tell what's what any more. If I could have one folder for my stories and one for stories I'm reading and one for ideas etc, like PM's that would be perfect. Is that possible without driving anybody crazy?
Thread: Could we have folders for subscriptions?

When you go into User CP, it shows all the threads you are subscribed to. But that is an idea. Maybe DA and Vek will take a look.
Thread: a little devilish (F for M or F)

Hey like the picture I have msn and skype if your interested in some 1 on 1 RP
Thread: Yuri/FxF Pirates! (Action, adventure, booty, sex?)

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Thread: Yuri/FxF Pirates! (Action, adventure, booty, sex?)

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Thread: Yuri/FxF Pirates! (Action, adventure, booty, sex?)

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Thread: Yuri/FxF Pirates! (Action, adventure, booty, sex?)

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Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

The city of Vistamare was ancient, beyond any living man's recollection, and it sat upon a wild bluff that overlooked the Sea of Blood. The straits that were passable were few, but somehow the city boasted a powerful navy of three and four masted ships and a fleet of merchant vessels landed there day in and day out. There was once a time when ships of all origins docked there humans and elven alike, and occasionally even the sturdy barges that dwarves braved the oceans in. Of late the port only hosted human vessels the crazed King Lothian had gotten it into his head that the other races would spell his doom, and thus he had banned them from the city on pain of death. Well established business owners and households found themselves scrambling to sell their belongings and flee the great city lest they find themselves dangling from the end of an unfriendly rope. King Lothian was almost as ancient as his city. Most accounts put him at almost 120 years old, which was unheard of in humans. Most people thought that he was just the son of a son named Lothian and thought no more of it, for garnering the attention of the mad king often led to unpleasant things, usually at the hands of his High Inquisitor, Aimast K'Grun. The High Inquisitors reputation was well-deserved. He was rumored to be the half-demon son of a legendary king of old, a man who has served every king since then by rooting out his enemies and destroying those who might overpower them. Even now, Aimast seemed young and vital. He remained youthful, as Prince Lothian grew to become King Lothian, and three generations later King Lothians rheumy eyes looked upon Aimast and lusted for his secret of longevity. Another of King Lothians chief men was the Red Mage. He, too, was wildly feared, though less was known of him than the Inquisitor. When in the robes of office, the Red Mage looked fearsome in red and black leather, similar to the High Inquisitors silver and black, but made more fearsome by the fact that the man moved like a warrior who had walked on the far side of death too often to fear its sting. He had dark eyes and hair, but distinctly elven features in a far too human face. Anyone who saw him out of uniform might think him a young soldier pushing thirty years, though in fact he might boast an age equal to Aimasts. If he was one to boast. Today, though, he did not wear the robes of office. Indeed, he looked like any other sell sword or soldier on leave, in brown trousers, a simple linen shirt under a traditional vest, riding boots and a sword slung low and tight over his hips on a double-wrapped belt. The lower half of his forearms were covered in simple leather bracers, and a single silver band wrapped around his left wrist. On the silver band was the outline of a flying bird of prey. He looked up at the sign above the door The Sweetest Things. He could smell baked goods, sweet confections, and roasted nuts. The smell was both cloying and enticing. He ran a hand though his hair and opened the door, amused to hear the soft jingling of bells as the door swung open.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

As the door closed behind him, the Red Mage inhaled the mixture of aromas that intoxicated the air of the quaint shop. The enticing scents, from the variety of roasted nuts chestnut, almonds, cashews and such to the freshly baked pie slices, steaming from the stone oven that had been baked in. It was a shop of many edible treasures, and whilst temptation would come to any man with the sweetest of teeth, the Red Mage composed himself and examined the treats, waiting for what he had really entered the Sweetest Things for. From behind a matted rug covering a doorway to the back entrance came a young shop assistant, Elsa Emendale. Although she had began to mature, soon to be the age of 17 and with a line of suitors asking for her hand in marriage, she had a look in her eye of innocence of the world around her. Her family and she were among many living in fear of speaking out against the tyrannical Lothian. Her parents felt that their king should govern his people and improve their lives for what they believed was for the good of their city of Vistamare. But Lothian in his old age was cruel and ignorant. Why be loved by your people when you could be feared by them? Elsa's parents had been cautioned in the past, but times had become worse and perceived traitors to the throne were disappeared regularly and family members forced into silence, denying that their relatives had even existed before their disappearances. Still, Elsa knew how to make her life easier and her obedient nature allowed for her to live without fear of what the King may do to the people. She glanced at the Red Mage and he returned it. The two stared at each other briefly before Elsa asked, 'Anything sweet for you?' The Red Mage dropped his gaze, wishing not to arouse any suspicions. He had begun to live his life as two different men. Whilst in his robes of office, he was bold and mighty. Feared by many, yet only seen by those who would lose their lives by his hand. When his robes were off, he presented himself as any other civilian. He knew that people had terrible lives and when at work, his was little more than a hired gun, taking out dissenters, trouble-makers and undesirables. But as the years had passed, he had grown to resent his occupation and wished to connect more when those he neither knew nor understood. He had spotted Elsa a fortnight before, closing up The Sweetest Things before heading upstairs to the family house above the shop. He had seen an innocence in her, a way of living with the limitations of peasantry and poverty where the complications of life did not prevent one from having a simple, humble existence. He almost felt that what Elsa had as an innocent, teenage shop-girl was something that he himself had been denied in his youth. He had never known but he wished to know of it now.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

Ah, no...no no. This is a RP between Nobodysangel80 and EvelynWillows . It's a private taboo 1x1 roleplay. Sorry if that was confusing, but you can't jump in here. You also cannot 'god-mode' another person's character. I see you're new here and it's a simple mistake to make, but please make sure to read the site rules and ask questions if you're not sure about what to do. Puts rhm21 over my knee and spanks him. Now go play in some other thread.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

The sell-sword, for that was what he resembled, smiled at Rihayne and looked about the shop. Actually, I was hoping to call on Master Vaerlorne and his wife, Semraye. It's been a while since I've set foot in here, and I was wondering how they were faring. His dark eyes finally rested on the pleasantly plum, smiling face of the woman in front of him. He frowned slightly and nearly shook his head. You're not...you're not little Rihayne, are you? You were just a baby the la- uhm, you were just a kid the last time I was here. He paused in front of a display cast that showcased a bunch of loaves of stuffed breads and ones knotted with cheese and onion. He tilted his head. Is that Elven supper bread? I think I'd like a loaf of that if it is.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

She looked up at him, her smile fading just a little. Ohh. Oh, you didn't know. She forced herself to smile brightly again. No one ever spoke of why people left. After all, it was the only thing keeping a lot of people going nowadays, just the pretending that things weren't as bleak as they actually were. My father's mother became ill and they went to stay with her and help. They'll be back once she's back on her feet. It was the same story she'd told for two years, and most people by now simply nodded and smiled and wished for her grandmother's speedy recovery, but their eyes had the knowing look that left no doubt that they knew...they knew. And yes, I'm Rihayne, twenty and six now, last Midwinter. You must have been stationed at one of the farther off encampments, I suppose. You just accepted the stories that you were told. No one ever liked to be called out on the stories they told to keep their sanity around here. It was common courtesy more than anything else. She bent down and opened the case, taking out the tray of the supper bread and smiled, placing them on the counter. There were savory ones stuffed with cheeses and dried meat, others with chopped up vegetables in thick sauces, and others still with sweet clotted cream and fruit for dessert afterwards. They're not as good as my father's but then again he learned them from the best. Which one would you like? The crumbly cheese and chopped ham loaf is probably my favorite, but I'm offering them at a lower price since I made them last night. He seemed awfully young to remember her from her childhood. Well, there were all manner of people who had the blood of other races in their veins that were diluted enough to pass for human. Being one herself, she found it better to simply live and let live, though she showed absolutely nothing of the fey blood she'd supposedly gotten from her father.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

He nodded. I see. He also nodded when she said that he must have been stationed in the further off encampments. I've been busy, yes. But I'm back now and I suspect I'll be by your shop more often. I've missed it, you see. Sometimes when one is living off rations and water, the memory of a good meal is enough to sustain you through a harsh winter. This place has long been a favorite of mine. He selected a few of the loaves, including the one that she had pointed out for him. Twenty and six? That's a good age to be. And your husband? What does he do for a living? In truth the mage was wanting to know if there were others of her bloodline about. He'd been guarding her family off an on for a long time, now. Guarding, perhaps, was too strong a word he'd been keeping track of them. He had no obligation to watch over them, other than a personal friendship with their ancestor from generations before. Still, he tended to think of the descendents of his past friends as his own family, and liked to keep watch on them from afar. As he looked about the shop he could tell that she had some help but not much. It was a busy place, but more so it was too busy for only two sets of hands to handle all the work. I noticed that your wood pile is getting low out back, he ventured, you wouldn't be in the market for someone to haul and split wood for you, would you? Maybe in trade for a day's worth of bread on occasion? If nothing else, it would give him an excuse to be around more often. He didn't think she'd take him up on the offer though he was a stranger, and she a young woman. Well, young enough to be wary.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

She listened to him as he spoke, shaking her head and laughing as she boxed up his loaves for him, placing them on the counter. No husband. No time for one. She smiled a bit at the thought and shook her head. Far too much to worry about to be thinking about husbands. She wasn't getting any younger of course, but those things...they'd have to wait. Until her parents could come home, at least. They deserved that much at least. Well, I'm glad that you're back. It's hard out there, from what I've heard from other soldiers ending their tours. We never hear much about what's going on or why. Constantly at war. There was no telling why not that anyone would dare question the king and his policies. No one that wanted to keep going about their day to day lives at least. It was better to not ask too many questions, but sometimes, she really wished that she could understand. Maybe that would make it easier, to discover that no matter how strange or mad it all seemed that there was some purpose for all of this awfulness. Some reason that would make the death and the fear all worthwhile. She looked a bit surprised at the offer of help and considered him a moment, giving him a small smile. Well, I suppose if you don't have any other more pressing jobs, I could certainly use the extra help. Kline is a good lad, but there's only so much we can get done in a day. An extra pair of hands would be very helpful. She'd always had a soft spot for the soldiers that came in. They'd smile and laugh and tease her, but...they never truly left the battlefield, many of them. And more and more often they came back as if...as if they were missing some piece of themselves. Sometimes physically, like a hand lost to a sword or toes gone from frostbite. But more often than not it was more than that. Something in their mind, in their eyes. And that sort of loss was harder to learn to live with. I can't pay much, a few silvers a day. Expenses and all. She didn't want to say anything about the taxes becoming more and more difficult to manage, but the remaining business owners were starting to feel the squeeze. But, if you don't have a place to stay, there's a spare storeroom I can make up as a room for you. And of course free meals. She smiled a bit. Hope that would make up for the admittedly dismal pay.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

Oh. I...I have a home, he said, and like I said, maybe just a trade. Some work for lunch, he smiled, just until I can find something fill my days again. And to let me keep a closer eye on you now that King Lothian has his crazy idea to pursue immortality. Thank you. It's good to see this shop still around. I'll come back tomorrow. He took the loaves and paid her the fee, wondering to himself at how she could still charge so little with all the taxes that had been weighed against the people. He said goodbye to Kline as he exited the quaint little shop, and stepped out into the day. As the sun warmed him, Lord Winters smiled to himself. It was easy to remember what it felt like to be a young man, unsure of himself and just gotten back from a horrid war. He'd done it too many times to forget. Still, as he walked through the streets towards his home he shifted each time he was in shadow, loosing the trappings of a young soldier and becoming who he was in this stage of life. Each shadow that passed saw him dressed slightly more regal still the same face, the same eyes, but the uniform really made the man, in this case. That, and the way he held himself. When he reached the great gates of his home the guards had no problem recognizing who they thought of as the Red Mage. Roguel Winters was simply 'lord' to them. When he was in the castle, in service to the king and his damned High Inquisitor, he became simply the Red Mage. His lives never overlapped. He kept things compartmentalized. It was easier to live with some of the things he did that way. The gardens were elaborate and as ornamental in appearance as any lord's fancy grounds, but where theirs were simply grown for their beauty, Lord Winters' gardens claimed numerous herbs, bitters, vegetables, fruits, and nuts. His garden had purpose and beauty. He'd spent too many years living among his Elven cousins to do differently. He handed the packet of bread to his startled manservant and strode into his study. For Celcilia, he said, referring to the cook. I'm not to be bothered until supper. Winters needed to find out why he had missed the exodus of Vaerlorne and his wife, Semraye, and to scry to ensure that they were still well. He'd check on their daughter again in the morning and put a tracer on her, so that he'd know if she was in danger.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

Winters stood on the rooftops and watched as the lights of the little bakery flickered off one by one. He saw a streak of light where the curtains were parted slightly, and a tortoise shell cat hopped up onto the bad. A small terrier dog jumped playfully by the small sliver of view that the Red Mage had as he watched over Rihayne's home. From his vantage point he could see lovers strolling down the street, cutpurses lurking in the shadows, and drunkards weaving their way home to their resentful and disappointed wives. The heart of the city kept beating no matter how much sunlight or rain fell upon Vistamere. Early the next morning, hours before the sun would rise, the soldier knocked at the back door of The Sweetest Things. He wore much what he had the previous day, though his face was clean and he had a pair of heavy gloves tucked into his belt. He leaned against the door and heard the sprightly yap of a dog, probably the terrier that he had spied the previous night. He noticed that the alley had been left to disrepair, possibly because of the lack of hands to help work since King Lothian cast out all non-humans. He made a mental note to himself to speak to the merchants' guild to see about hiring more lamplighters and street sweepers to keep the back roads manageable.
Thread: The Ward (NobodysAngel80 x EvelynWillows)

The day began early at a bakery, but even still, the knock at the downstairs back door and the subsequent excitement of Wesson came a good bit earlier than Rihayne would have liked. She glanced at the clock and groaned softly, pulling her pillow back over her head. It was an hour before she had to be awake and as she got up, she couldn't help but lament that lost hour, washing her face quickly, brushing and pinning her hair into some semblance of order. The lights in her little upstairs home flicked on one by one as she hurried from room to room, throwing on breeches and tunic and heavy apron, heading downstairs to see what was going on. The whole process usually took much longer, but with the added urgency of someone at the door, she was downstairs and opening the back door in a scant few minutes. She was surprised and pleased to see that it was the soldier from yesterday, the one who had come by and offered to help chopping wood and such. She never had help in the mornings, Kline, being a young lad and still having a lot of growing left to do, tended to sleep in until his mother chased him out of bed and off to lessons in the morning at the children's school run by students at the university. Midday would bring the young boy here to help her, and by that point, the busiest work of a bakery was finished and dying down. The thought of having help that morning was a very pleasant one. Ohh! You're here early! Come on in then! She smiled a bit and stepped back letting him into the currently inactive kitchen. Aside from the pots of stew base simmering quietly on the stoves and the bowls of bread and pastry dough laying covered in huge mixing bowls, the work of a bakery hadn't yet begun. Well, you can start with the wood if you'd like but honestly it'd be rather dangerous for you to be swinging an axe in the pitch black so we might want to save that til later in the morning when the sun comes up. She smiled brightly. I could use a hand chopping up vegetables and meat for the stews, or you can begin getting things prepared for me to make the breakfast meals for the morning customers. It's up to you I can teach you how to do either one pretty easily. We're starting earlier today, so we'll have plenty of time to let you get the hang of things before the soldiers and workers start coming in. She held out an apron to him hopefully, rather liking the idea of an actual extra pair of hands in the busy mornings. If these were his usual hours, she'd have no problem asking Kline to go and do the wood chopping later, or getting one of the other young men in the city to do it. Woodcutters were easy to find. Someone able to help her with the actual work of the bakery was a rare and precious thing.