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Thread: Apocalyptic Warlord (Theris and Izzy325)

There was not much Aria could do as Kane's men grabbed her and placed her on his warhorse. Aria looked over to her father pleading with him to stay quiet. She knew that he feared for her life. Aria was different from other girls. Aria and her family kept it a secret and if Kane planned for her what she believed a man like him would plan she might not live too much longer. She could feel his strong masculine form pressed against her as he leaned in and smelled her. Aria did not respond to the movement as the giant steed took them to what would surely be her new prison. The trip wasn't incredibly long but she grew tired the horse bounced her up and down. She could hear the people that help raise her walking behind her. Besides the shuffling feet and a few sniffles, nothing could be heard from them. Aria's eyes widen slightly as the fortress was finally revealed after they broke through the trees. Aria had never seen something so large in her life. She shivered uncontrollably as Kane leaned forwarded and whispered in her ear. Aria bit her lip as the horse lead them through the gates of the wall. She could hear the clangs and bangs as the metal gates were closed behind her and the rest of the captives. A guard came towards the horse after it stopped and helped Aria down. She thanked him before turning towards Kane. So what exactly do you have planned for all of us here. From your statements earlier you said you were a fair ruler....what exactly does that mean for us? Aria assumed that she would become one of the wait staff. Maybe she might have to deal with roaming hands form guards and various officials or perhaps she would be treated fairly. The land was plagued with turmoil when the ruling family was overtaken. Kane wouldn't have been the first man to promise to be a fair ruler. Although Aria had no doubt that Kane would be the last man who would promote this. Kane had an aura around him that informed all around him that he was not a man to be trifled with. If you crossed him the last thing you would see would be his sword slashing through the air before it beheaded you. Aria would do well to remember exactly what he needed to be pleased. The young girl backed away slightly as she spoke to Kane. Much as she tried she tried to appear tough and unbothered Aria couldn't help but fear what would happen next while she was in Kane's care.
Thread: Apocalyptic Warlord (Theris and Izzy325)

Kane dismounts a few moments after his men help the girl down, turning to face the girl as she speaks. What that means, for you and your people is that I will insure your prosperity, so long as you serve me and my interests he says to her. He looks her up and down, his eyes roving over every inch of her My interest in you, is a more personal one he says, dark gaze smoldering. Turning he begins to shout out orders, sending the new 'recruits' to their barrack, and having his men escort the others to their new living quarters. They had taken about a third of the villages population when all was said and done, and in time he would allow the people to return. But for now they needed to understand how things were, and who was in charge. He already had jobs picked out for his new citizens, cooking and cleaning the biggest two. His men had been bandits before, and while he had been able to grind their will down, quashing that life beneath his boot, some of the habits had carried over. First and foremost was the profound lack of cleanliness, the fortress was filthy, with refuse starting to pile up in the corners. He had tried to break the men of that habit, and it would work for a few days, but things would always deteriorate from there. Fortunately enough of the village woman had come along that the problem should disappear in a few days. As his men sorted out the people, he looked them over, seeing disheartened expressions and a profound lack of hope. He could understand the feelings, but he could not let them remain and fester. Tonight We Feast! he bellows out, much to the delight of his men, after all, this was their second great conquest, the first one being the capture of this castle. As his men began to rush around, preparing for the festivities, a group of others approached. Unlike the soldiers, these people seemed to hold themselves differently, there were a man and two women, one older then the other. Welcome back my lord the older of the two women said, curtsying. They were the keepers of the castle, the Stewart, the head Mistress, and the Quartermaster. When Kane had taken the fortress, these three were the only ones who had stayed behind, the rest of the inhabitants fleeing into the wasteland. He gave the group a nod, Ivy, this is Aria, I would like you to see to her before tonight festivities. Monica, give me a count on our supplies, I don't want this to set us back to much. Hugo, please see to it that our new citizens are settling in, and make sure that they are present for the celebrations as well he said, looking to each of the people as he addressed them. The older woman, Ivy approached Aria hello dear, come along now, and lets get you cleaned up she says in a caring tone. Before starting to lead the girl away and to the castle. Kane watched them go before leading his charger to the small stables, taking care to brush down the beast and check its hooves. Unlike others, he made certain to care for his horse, so that his horse would take care of him. He smoothed out the beasts hide with a loving hand, patting the animals muzzle once he finished.
Thread: The Experiment (Theris and  Izzy325)

When Michael awoke the sun had long since set, and the world was shrouded in darkness. He awoke in complete agony that shattered his mental barriers for a few moments. His left arm and left leg were broken, and multiple ribs were cracked, and everything was blurry. It took him some time to put the mental pain block back in place, but once it was he was able to think semi clearly. concussion, multiple broken bones, internal bleeding he cataloged the injuries. He searched the crash site to the best of his ability, finding some meds that would boost the rate that blood clogs, and took a much much larger dose. He needed to move, find people, someone to help. This though drove him forward, eyes blurry, body in pain. He worked his way across town, seeing yet not seeing. A single minded determination. to find someone, anyone. But the town was deserted, thanks to the battle that part of the town had been blocked off. Slowly he made his way onward until he found a large grassy field, trees between him and the area. One of his eyes had gone dark, and his limp was now a stumble. He saw someone, a dark shape through the trees, and he moved towards it. He pushed branches out of his way, and felt twig break under his feet. As he left the trees the young man reached out, when his legs gave out from under him, and he dropped. The world returned to darkness, the stars vanishing, and the moon, the dark grass beneath his feet, and the shadow ahead of him.
Thread: The Experiment (Theris and  Izzy325)

Alison watched as a man climbed out from the shrubs and trees that lined the campus before falling to the ground. Where the fuck had he come from? She thought to herself. She couldn't understand why she had screamed but growing up as a female she knew that while most men were not necessarily dangerous she had to keep her guard up. Sir....Sir? She asked as she slowly crept forward. He laid there unmoving. Her first thought was to back away. Dumb girls in horror movies investigate things. Smart girls run the hell away and don't look back. Alison was not that type of person. Despite every bone in her body telling her to run away she didn't. But one look at the mans face and she crumbled. He was handsome in fact he was one of the most attractive men she had ever seen. Kneeling next to him as gently touched his face. What happened to you? She asked her hands delicately tracing his body to see if he was bleeding anywhere. I'm going to call the police. Ok? Just hang in there... She pulled her cell phone out to make the call but the man reached out and grabbed her wrist. Not enough to hurt her but there was some force behind it. Alison felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest. Fuck ok I won't call the police...Here stand up. She climbed to her feet and reached out to the man. He could barely open his eyes but she somehow was able to get him on his feet. He was dead weight but they managed to walk slowly towards her house. How in the hell would she get him inside? Maybe through the back door. All of the girls would be in the living room of the house so they wouldn't have to pass it. The walk was much longer than normal and she was practically carrying the unconscious man but she finally could see her sorority house. Alison felt out of breath and to be honest sweaty. Why did she seem to always find herself in these kinds of situations? It was like she was a glutton for punishment. She leaned the mysterious man onto the side of the house for a moment as she gathered herself. If any of the girls saw her she would just say he was a transfer who drank a little too much. Brushing her light brown hair behind her ear she mustered up whatever strength she had left and walked him inside and upstairs. She could hear the ladies of the house in the living room talking, laughing, and most likely gossiping. As they passed through the kitchen Alison lost her balance with him and knocked over a glass mug. Alison started to panic and rushed to the other side of the room and up the back staircase. She could hear one of the girls telling Madison that her favorite mug had fallen over. While Alison wasn't the pettiest girl in the house she took a small comfort in knowing it was Madison's. She finally got him into her bedroom and threw him on the bed. I'll be back. She heaved as she swung his legs onto the bed. Do not come out of this room at all. I'll be back in an hour or so and then I can help you. IF she didn't leave now someone would come to investigate. Quickly Alison rushed downstairs to the meeting with a few seconds to spare.
Thread: The Experiment (Theris and  Izzy325)

Michael slowly came too, the world resolving itself around him. He was in a much smaller room then he was use too. Looking around he still was have trouble seeing out of one of his eyes. Getting up slowly most of his body announced its objections, yet he ignored it, forcing himself out of the bed. The room was decorated, and smelled nice, two things that he was not use to, and he looked around confused. Leaving the bed he stumbled to the door, figuring out how to open it with some difficulty. Outside he found a simple hallway lined with doors and a staircase, deciding to take the stairs he started to descend them carefully. He stumbled at the end bumping into the wall loudly, his breathing labored. He pushed himself a little farther, resting against the far wall, his vision blurring as he tried to inspect his surroundings.
Thread: The Experiment (Theris and  Izzy325)

Alison fidgeted throughout the meeting. Madison, as usual, started to berate the other women of the house. This one was too flirty at the mixer and Sigma Pi, that one needed to pick out better clothes when going to class, and the last girl was brought to tears when Madison stated in front of the entire sorority that she needed to buy makeup that worked with her skin tone. As the meeting drew on a loud bang could be heard throughout the house. Alison could feel her heart start to race. It was the man she found there was no doubt about it. What if she brought in a serial killer into the house. Or a lunatic who preyed on stupid girls who find them outside. Madison stopped what she was saying and looked over at the door. What the fuck was that? Madison headed over to the large double doors so Alison stood up quickly. If Madison opened that door Alison had no doubt that the man would be standing there all beat up and bruised. She could just imagine how Madison would react to that sight. No....wait I'll check. You shouldn't have to stop your meeting for that. Alison quickly rushed over to the door pushing Madison to the side. I know how important this meeting is. Madison smiled before heading back to her podium. See girls someone who realizes the importance of... Alison didn't hear the rest of her asine speech as she slipped out of the room. She walked over to the edge of the hallway slowly before seeing the man leaning against the wall. Jesus Christ... she whispered to herself as she put her hands up and moved closer to him. Hi...I'm Alison. Do you know where you are? Or what your name is? Alison wasn't sure what to do next. The man was badly injured. She wasn't sure if touching him would trigger him. Maybe she should call the police. Surely they are more equipped to handle this type of situation. Do you want me to call for help? The police? Or maybe I can take you to a hospital. Just tell me what you want. Or even what your name is. With her hands in view, she reached out to him gently. You can lean on me and I'll take you back upstairs you shouldn't be on your feet. She waited for him to reach out to her. She knew if he wasn't in the right mind space that he could lash out and hurt her. She needed to know what happened but the man was in no condition to tell her. He looked like a war hero. All bloody and bruised.
Thread: Looking for help building something from nothing...

Bump!!!
Thread: Looking for help building something from nothing...

Would love to hear what your ideas are for these girls!
Thread: Looking for help building something from nothing...

So I'm doing an amazing vigilante roleplay but I'm feeling a bit naughty. Any guys out there want play multiple heroes or maybe a woman wants to be somehrroines or maybe a mix? Bet we could have some fun
Thread: Looking for help building something from nothing...

Alright, so maybe we cut it back to like three at a time and add more later.
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

March, 1938 The light filtered through the curtains and fell on your eyes. You were sitting in a very large bed of silk sheets and feather pillows. The room, ornately decorated, had a sense of antiquity about it. It appeared it had worked, you were in the Kremlin, having taken the place of the Soviet dictator. The wind faintly waved the curtains as it dipped through the window. There was a knock on the great Walnut door to your room. General Secretary. Your breakfast is ready, shall I bring it in. Said a clipped and almost prissy yes-man's voice. Now it was time to see if the technology that had sent you back in time had done the rest of what it was supposed to. It seemed to have, as you were not in your own cloths but inside a night gown, something old fashioned like what was worn in Europe in the 1930's. General Secretary?
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

Right away, she schools herself, keeping her expression calm, and her body language relaxed, even as she resisted the urge to chuckle. Oh, this was almost priceless, for how many have the benefit of a second chance? She did wonder, if she was going to be able to explain some of the sudden changes she would enact.... before lips curled in a bit of a smirk. She would use the Time Travel as the reason for the change, as Disaster fell on the Motherland, she was sent back, along with a trove of knowledge for how to correct the mistakes of the past. There were a great many things she would have to change, and she was unsure of just how great a window she would have to operate in. Still, from this success, Alexandra Stalin would rise from the ashes, and assure her place in power. Still, there was work to do, a government to subsume, and assassination attempts to be on guard against. Still, as she would emerge from the bed, she would speak. You may enter.
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

A thin, dark haired man in a flat green military uniform walked in. he placed a tray with tea, eggs, toast, bacon, a small glass of vodka, roasted mushrooms and potatoes. The politburo members have arrived and will be waiting to meet with you at you're leisure. The war council is also requesting a meeting with you to voice concerns about the Germans. O, the British Ambassador also wishes to meet with you. Is there anything else you require ma'am? he didn't seem to realize there was any difference. like you had always been the Stalin they knew and followed.
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

She would think things over, before shaking her head, and looking for a clock. I will meet with the politburo after I dress, and the War Council at Nine o clock. She would think things over, before slowly inclining her head, seemingly deep in thought, even as she would begin to eat, taking only small sips of the vodka. I shall meet with the Ambassador at noon, in the meantime, he is to be given the tour and looked after, but redirected away from areas of concern. She would snort. They view their politics somewhat differently. Still, she would be working on Socialism in one Country, and looking to avoid ruffling too many foreign feathers early in the plan. Those would come later, even as she would nod. You are dismissed. Still, for the most part, she would focus on eating quickly, and dressing in one of the simpler and practical pieces of clothing... before making her way to the chambers where she would meet with her political officers.
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

Many military style, conservative outfits, mostly military jackets over matching skirt and silk shirts, but a few formal dresses, filled her wardrobe. When she enetered the room the politburo, a collection of old men, none younger than forty, rose from their chairs and did not sit back down until she took her seat. General Secretary. Said one. I have the reports on grain output. He passed you the report and a few more were slid in your direction. Grain output was up, sales to Germany wete going as schedualed. There was dissent in Ukraine over food shortages and troops had to be sent there, Industrial output in some areas was going slow. A secretary, a pretty you girl, came in and began to pass out coffee.
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

She would frown, and look at the numbers, before she would seem to think things over. We shall have to move some allocations. There was a thoughtful cast her face, as she pondered the Ukrainian situation. The time has come for consolidation, to reorganize and take advantage of our native resources. Looking over the papers, she would seem to be in deep thought. It may be prudent to lessen sales to Germany. She would snort. Recently, after looking over the reports, I am greatly unsure as to how long the Nemetskaya laska German Weasel will hold to his promises. Still, she would shake her head. Still, the primary focus must be on the continuation of the plan, and the preparation of our armies. But, an element of caution, that I have had time to think, may be of use. Mister Hitler will be drawing the eyes of the world onto Germany soon, and he will get the war he wishes for. But, we must be prepared for the world afterwards. Still, she would snort, and turn to the political officer in charge of agriculture. You will be receiving a packet shortly, detailing schematics acquired from some of our agents. You will make sure that the orders within are carried out. Turning to the others, she would frown. As it is, we may have to revise our policy on prisoner labor. We must update our infrastructure, and at the same time.... She would seem to be thoughtful again, in the same what that a tiger is thoughtful. We cannot drive the peasants into capitalist hands, to have them see outsiders as liberators. And so, we must take measures to safeguard them. She would look vaguely disdainful, before she chuckled, taking the coffee, and having a sip. There shall be orders shortly, and packets containing the information for the next part of the Great Plan. She spoke firmly and carefully, even as she looked around. And, before you ask, why am I informing you of it now, instead of at the plans inception? We have but recently gained the key components, and are adjusting the plans for this new efficient methods, even if it begins to appear that this is but preparation for the next Five Year Plan.
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

Those gatheted around her at the table looked shocked and confused. From where had the General Secretary come up with some plans. Questions followed what is the source, what kind of plans, from whom, what will we do about Poland? One man cleated his throat. General Secretary. If you wish to abide by our agreement with Germany then cutting down shipmebts is not a good start. Would you insist on stopping oil and ore shipments too. Part of the deal that had split up Poland included grain and raw matetials. There was no doubt that Hitler would not be happy. Tjere was a mumering of agreement.
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

She would seem thoughtful, before she spoke again. The source..... She would seem almost as if she was weighing the options in her mind. For the moment, I must hold it close to my chest, to keep it hidden. She would begin to shake her head. We may have to play along with Hitler for a while longer, but at the same time.... Remember Napoleon. The Germans know well the motherlands abundance, and when their war begins, if they find more resistance then expected.... She would frown. How long until the foolish little man tries to strike north? And with the whispers of increasing German and Japanese co-operation..... She would frown. If we do not take measures, when the German hand becomes a fist, we must not be taken off guard.
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

Another member cleared his throat. The General Secretary knows what she is talking about of course. I think that we can call an end to the meeting for now. The ministers filed out, all but the last to speak, your security chief. General Secretary, if I may, what kind of information have you come across?
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

She would seem rather thoughtful as she addressed him, as his concerns were more then valid. The information was sent back, from the final days of our republic. She would seem to be rather... well, she was not as composed as she would look, and only one that knew her well, such as the chief, may be able to tell of it. Somehow, in the mists of time, Russia stood, or may yet stand on the brink of destruction, and to avert that, they.... She would snort. The tense is rather, particular. Still, I shall use the past. They had been ordered to delve into temporal mechanics, and to transmit a record back, something to advert the critical mistakes that had laid the foundations for our destruction. She would sigh. I hardly believed it, and I witnessed the record arrive, and it had all the code words.... And then, she would give a rather.... resigned chuckle. Besides, if our enemies have the ability to instantly transport material to wherever they so choose, we have already lost.
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

He looked at her blankly, then he nodded. That is.... incredible. Will I be permitted to see them?
Thread: At the Center of History: USSR (frightorflight and RPG-Girl)

She would incline her head. After I have made some copies. Granted, the thing was genelocked to her, instead of relying on a password, but still, it was able to be stolen. They would just not be able to use it... and she did have the information and the proofs as the first thing that loaded, mostly, as an explanation for if she needed to mention the where she was getting all of this form.