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Thread: Mercenary Guil: We take all kind of jobs!

The elf relaxed back into his usual calm and collected mood, not seeming very affected. His one good hazy blue eye blinked with slight confusion at the girl, before his lips thinned into a tight line. Tch. I already said I'm a grown man. A slender blonde eyebrow twitched, seeming displeased with the teasing. It wasn't like he was interested in anyone, but... Being touched like that felt He quickly shook his head. Ah, it's nothing. Of course Id be embarrassed when someone hits my ass, it's not like it's uncommon. But, nothing else bothers me... Nothing, it's nothing! Too busy arguing with his own thoughts, he didn't hear Karma's second bit. Joanne stopped in her tracks, turning her big purple-blue eyes to Karma, they heavy with sleep as usual. She looked offended at first, but the stern look quickly cracked into one of laughter, barely held back by her teeth. Pf-Pfft! Oh my god, haha! He's way too innocent, and he's basically my brother! Not even! Haha! She slapped a surprisingly feminine hand to the side of her head, holding her sides as she finished up her fit of laughter. The boy perked up, a shiny object catching his eyes and dragging him from his thoughts. Oh. Einar approached the weapon stand, hazy eyes clearing to be filled with amazement as he stared at a beautiful silver bow, accompanied with a matching quiver of arrows. It's, so well made... He murmured, reaching thin fingertips out to trace the carvings with want. He went for his money, only stopping mid reach to the sudden realization that he had little left. Most was 'lent' to Joanne for ale and such. His lips curled into a frown of true disappointment.
Thread: Mercenary Guil: We take all kind of jobs!

IKyra said, all of these weapons are made by our resident genius, she pointed to lucca who was looking at one of the sharpening stones. Kyra said, she maybe a twelve year old but, she can make anything you ask. Those arrows are great against the undead and were used by werewolf hunters that called themselves the silver hand. When she noticed that he didn't have enough money Kyra said, I tell you what, If you get us three fresh deer...and promise us to get your weapons and armor serviced here. We'll give you that bow and quiver. Sound like a deal? Lucca said looking up, or you could get me the materials and I can make it for a silver coin...
Thread: Mercenary Guil: We take all kind of jobs!

Well the innocent boys are the..... Karma paused for a moment taking notice of the weight off her head. Karma didn't really have much use for money other than booze and fun, though she did keep some on at hand placed in a pocket inside of her hat. The money was one weight gone, the other missing weight was her cat that was on top her head. She must have taken notices of her missing money. Karma scanned the area for her cat and saw her familiar following Liara. Hey! Karma called out to the pickpocket grabbing her by the shoulder. I believe you have something that doesn't belong to you. We can do this the easy way or I'll just take you as payment.
Thread: Mercenary Guil: We take all kind of jobs!

Liara said, I don't know what you're talking about...I don't have any cash on me. She already slipped it to Luna who had placed it in her money tin.
Thread: Mercenary Guil: We take all kind of jobs!

Three deer? You'd really give it to me for that little? The elf's face lit up with a look of delight and surprise, like a kid in a candy shop. A soft, warm smile met his face. Sure. I can do that. Thank you for generosity. Einar was truly in awe, seeming much more happy than his usual cold self. This was soon lost, as the commotion made him turn away from the stand. Huh? Joanne walked over, one hand tucked calmly in her pocket while the other gripped the leather hilt of her sword which hung weightily on her back. Hey, Karma, what's going on? Did she swipe something of yours? The purplish eyes scanned the girl with curiosity, as if she could detect what she had stolen just from looking her over.
Thread: What makes this request thread S.P.E.C.I.A.L?

Characters A list of characters i'm looking for someone to play with me. Please keep in mind that i don't prefer to play furries myself, so it will mostly be human x furry, unless you can convince me otherwise. Specific furry girl See more Just looking for someone to play this girl If not some of her friends aswell . I don't have any specific plots in mind, but i'm open to almost anything. ----- Tiny Toons Babs bunny Fifi Lola ----- World of Warcraft Jaina Proudmoore Tyrande Whisperwind Alexstraza Ysera High Inquisitor Whitemane ----- Disney Minnie Mouse Daisy Duck Brandy Harrington Jessica Rabbit Kim Possible Almost any disney princess ------ Pokemon Nidoqueen Ninetales Dragonite Gardevoir Lopunny Plusle Minum ----- My little pony humanized Fluttershy Rarity Applejack ----- Super heroines Posion Ivy Harley Quinn Catwoman ----- Furries Girl number one Girl number two Girl number three Girl number four Girl number five Fandoms and anime Diffrent fandoms and anime that i'm looking to play out Fandoms Star Wars Fallout Elder Scrolls Watch Dogs Fable Assassins Creed Pokemon League of Legends World of Warcraft Disney DC Anime Rosario Vampire Girls Bravo Kanokon Princess Lover Zero No Tsukaima Omamori Himari IS Infinite Stratos
Thread: What makes this request thread S.P.E.C.I.A.L?

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Thread: I'm Coming Home ||| randomname98766789 x Iikaitlynii

Tell The World I'm Coming Home The brain gives the heart its sight The heart gives the brain its vision This is a One x One between myself and Iikaitlynii. Our roleplay is based off the TV show The 100 . I feel the sun on my face. I see trees all around me, the scent of wildflowers on a breeze. Its so beautiful. In this moment, Im not stranded in space. Its been 97 years since a nuclear apocalypse killed everyone on Earth, leaving the planet simmering in radiation. Fortunately, there were survivors. 12 nations had operational space stations at the time of the bombs. There is now only the Ark, one station forged from the many. Were told the Earth needs another 100 years to become survivable again. Four more space-locked generations, and man can go home, back to the ground. The ground, thats the dream. This is reality. Reality sucks.
Thread: I'm Coming Home ||| randomname98766789 x Iikaitlynii

While Amelia knew the lands well, the bump to the head must have screwed with her more than she originally thought because she couldn't really see to well. Her other senses still worked but they were pretty screwy because while she thought the direction she was headed was back towards her village, it must have been towards the crash because suddenly she was hearing voices that were not in her native tongue. Only warriors spoke English in these times and hearing it meant something was off. Once she realized the voices weren't familar, after getting close enough to hear them, she thought to go a different direction because she was in no shape to fight now with her head throbbing and lack of sight. Turning too fast her vision suddenly went black and she felt extremely hot. It was bad enough to make her black out, at least for a few moments. For a few brief moments Clarke had grown worried that Ryan hadn't been sent down with them for some reason. Had they floated him for some reason or maybe there were more juveniles locked up and he wasn't one of the ones chosen? All those thoughts worried her since that meant he would be floated before too much longer. Thankfully those thoughts didn't get too far before she heard a familiar voice close by. A smile filled her face as she turned around and threw her arms around him. Even though they couldn't be sure that earth was safe yet, she was definitely glad to see that he was there. At least it meant if anything did go wrong they'd be together. While it may have been a slightly morbid thought, she'd rather die and know that he knew what happened to her, rather than him have not come down and never have a clue. I was worried you weren't here for a minute, she whispered after returning the greeting and was more than thrilled to actually have him standing before her. They had been friends for as long as she could remember and had been dating almost as long as that. She really cared deeply for him and knew that he felt the same way. Why else risk coming to see her while she was locked up even though no one was allowed to visit?
Thread: I'm Coming Home ||| randomname98766789 x Iikaitlynii

Bellamy kept a close eye on the nearby land. He wondered what uncertainty remained lurking in these woods. Radiation did not kill them, at least not yet. Before he could think, the young man heard a loud commotion about twenty yards away. Jogging towards the circle of delinquents, his brown eyes widened upon seeing what everyone whispered about. It was another human being. No, it was not one of them, it was not a juvenile delinquent sent from the Ark. This girl was different. Why was she dressed like this? What are those marks? Most importantly why and how in the hell was she here? Did people really survive the radiation blasts long enough to reproduce? How long has this been possible? Bellamy had so many questions but he this girl could answer some of them. He did not know what to expect and his hand remained on his gun as he waited for her to wake up. By the looks of it, she had been harmed in the blast. Who are you? Whats your name? Bellamy questioned loudly whenever he saw her orbs open though he did have to admit, having dozens and dozens of people standing around you after waking up from a blackout was probably not a good idea. I was worried about you, too. I dont know what I wouldve done without you. To Ryan, Clarke was so much more than just his girlfriend. She was his entire world, his entire life. As long as he can remember being a kid, Clarke was always his best friend until their friendship sprouted into something more. Now, she was not only his best friend but she was his girlfriend. He would not have it any other way than this. I love you I love you so much. I never thought Id get to say it again. God, its been months. Ryan whispered, still hugging her tightly to his chest. All the commotion going on occurred across the camp so Ryan and Clarke were basically in their own little world. After pulling back from the hug, Ryan beamed happily before pressing a quick peck kiss to the blondes lips though kept his hands on her waist. You look beautiful as ever. Ryan murmured, adding a sly wink at the end of his statement. Everything was surreal. They were on Earth, and they were on Earth together . They were not floated and they got a second chance to be together. Ryan promised himself mentally to never let anything bad happen to Clarke if he could help it. He always wanted to protect her and keep her safe no matter what they went through. He wished to have protected her on the Ark somehow but that was out of his control but thankfully, they were reunited.
Thread: I'm Coming Home ||| randomname98766789 x Iikaitlynii

Trying to get her breathing to return to normal she had no clue what the conversation could have been about when another guy popped up from the entrance. All she could think about was how exposed she was and that only made her feel more anger towards these people even though it technically was only one person that was the reason and only one person tormenting her for answers. Whatever was said couldn't have been good and she immediately flinched when he came back over. The feeling turned out to be more than justified when suddenly she cried out in pain. Not only was it from the punch to her stomach but when he grabbed her hair as well. Had she not been so tightly tired up the brunette would have been thrashing around from lack of oxygen. Especially since it lasted far and he did it twice in a row which her lungs burned and ached worse than any pain she could ever remember feeling before in her life. Whatever it was that was said must have meant her clan already attacked them she thought. Feeling too weak to argue much she just breathed longer and tensed slightly at the mention of her family. She felt furious that he would drag them into this but it wasn't like she could retaliate in response. Even if he untied her right now she wouldn't have the energy to try and hurt him. Too many. You'll never kill them all, she hissed defiantly but immediately regretted it as it hurt her throat and lungs. -- Clarke wasn't sure what to think or do when it seemed clear that Ryan wasn't moving. It seemed obvious, at least to everyone else, that he was gone yet she couldn't exactly accept that. She couldn't seem to comprehend the fact that he was gone and never coming back or that she wouldn't be able to talk to him or have him hold her again. At the moment she felt numb but also felt like she couldn't beathe. As if someone had hit her to the point where she couldn't breathe any longer. Barely registering the other woman maybe fresh air would be good as she couldn't really think. Slowly she started to get up and move but a noise from one of the other people in the dropship caused her to stop and look back just in time to see slight movement. For a moment she thought she was seeing things and was just in too much grief to think clearly. How else was one to feel when someone they were close to forever was dead? Let alone if it was the love of your life. Thoughts had flashed through her head of happier times before either one of them was locked up and the memories just hurt her even more. But then suddenly she saw eyes shoot open and once again it felt like she couldn't breathe as she dropped again to his side. Yes I'm here. Right here, she whispered as relief washed over her and she couldn't help that some tears formed and fell from her eyes. Don't move. Your badly injured.
Thread: I'm Coming Home ||| randomname98766789 x Iikaitlynii

Gritting her teeth, Amelia tried not to react much when he pretty much cut away the rest of her clothing, and almost worse than that spit in her face. With how wet she was from the water it barely seemed to register any and she barley managed a glare through the pain. Either he was too confident for his own good, too stupid, or both, she thought when he seemed unaffected by her words. But she knew this small group of people, who likely had no fighting skills, stood no chance against a vast number of people who lived on the ground. When he took the wires the brunette was at a loss for what he could've been planning. There really wasn't much in the way of electricity so she had no clue what that was and just the mere sight of sparks was a little bit frightening. That sort of pain was not something she could even comprehend and couldn't help the scream that escaped, causing her throat to hurt more. She was pretty sure it would leave a mark, perhaps welts. Breathing heavy she couldn't help but feel physically exhausted. Maybe it was stupid to keep saying things that would only anger him more, but if he wanted information then she might as well say things in a way that would prove they had no hope. There's what, fifty? A hundred of you? She growled and while she had no clue just how many there were, from what little she saw it couldn't have been a whole lot. You stand no chance against tens of thousands. The number may have merely been a guess but she thought it was safe to say there were that many warriors, and that wasn't counting the number of normal folks who farmed, and who worked for a living and the elderly, children, and even the other threats these people had no clue of. -- Clarke couldn't help but feel a total sense of relief. Especially as she laid there beside him and actually felt his breath, which hadn't been the case just a few minutes ago. It seemed like a miracle and she truly had thought he was gone for a few moments. Enough time for her to be overwhelmed in grief and not know what to do with herself anyway. It made her scared to think that she could still loose him eventually, especially seeing as their were hostile people on the ground. Smiling she knew he wasn't exactly alright, but was alive at least so she didn't argue too much about that. I love you too. Yes I'm fine. Not a scratch on me, she joked lightly. All of the blood, she was almost positive, was his own. Her back my have hurt a little bit from where she landed against the rock when he pushed her out of the way but that was very minor in comparison to how his injuries were. Don't scare me like that again! I thought I lost you, she said and while it was fairly lighthearted of a comment, she meant every word of it and had truly never felt so alone as she had when she thought he was dead. Not wanting to cause him to move or cause pain, she just placed a light peck on his lips to show how much she cared and loved him.
Thread: A Ruler Of Worlds (RoleplayMaster & darkangel76)

Disclaimer All characters from Game of Thrones are in compliance with site rules. It was beautiful the way the smoke blossomed over Kingslanding. Billows of black trickled up into the azure sky, fed by the angry orange of the wildfire below, while it burned fiercely. The stench of charred flesh was already reaching Cersei's nose as she looked on. Triumph coursed through her veins. Yes, it was a good day to be a Lannister. As Cersei watched on, her victory clear as the last of the Tyrelle's went up in flames. Ironic, she thought, but exactly as they deserved. How could anyone expect her to sit idly by while that whore paraded herself around and made a mockery of her entire family. It had started with Joffrey and then Tommen. Then, that blue eyed bitch somehow came out unscathed by the High Sparrow's inquisition. Surely his mercy was ill given. No matter. Victory now was hers once more. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of Cersei's lips. She brought the goblet up to her full lips and sipped. The wine was sweet, a vintage worthy of her blood as she drank it down and basked in the glow of a battle won. Soon she'd be queen and all of the seven kingdoms would kneel unto her. Her dark eyes narrowed as she thought of Margaery burning alive, her very flesh melted from her bones. Would she go slowly or fast? She longed for the former and hoped her screams resonated out toward the Narrow Sea. Suddenly, Cersei's thoughts were interrupted. Her dark eyes caught sight of something small and strange, like a falling star. It hovered over her masterpiece, glinting in the sunlight. It began to sway and was soon swallowed up by the cover of smoke. Magic? Cersei gasped, agitated that her one person revelry was being cut short. She set down her goblet and rubbed her hands against the lush green fabric of her dress. Just what had that thing been? Where had it come from and why did it linger over the fire? A chill ran along her spine and she set off to find the only one who could protect herthe Mountain. Meanwhile, as the smoke curled around carcasses and rubble, Margaery reached out her hand and touched her head. She felt dizzy, like she was about to be sick. Her insides twisted as the world all but turned about her. She blinked her blue eyes, everything slowly coming into focus. There was a bump on her head, her clothes practically ash as they draped over her flawless pale skin. Just what had happened? Margaery glanced around, the putrid smell of death wafting everywhere, filling her nose and making her suddenly dry heave. So many faces and most of them she knew. But all were lifeless dolls, blackened flesh that smoldered and burned. She let her other hand move to the necklace she wore about her neck, the strange pendant cool to the touch despite the fire encircling her. Coughing, Margaery let fatigue take over. She let go of the pendant and dropped to all fours. She arched her back as she stretched, the fires slowly dying. She peered through the dancing flames, her eyes locking with another's. It was then that she realized that she wasn't alone.
Thread: A Ruler Of Worlds (RoleplayMaster & darkangel76)

Conquer and destroy. That was the motto of these life-forms . It was not always their intent, but very slowly their female population was dying out, which would eventually lead to the death of their race. That was why several groups of their species had branched off to different planets, finding hosts to breed with so they would survive. While one group went to a planet known as Earth, this group ended up in a world known as Westeros. While the initial intent was to kill every man and breed every woman, something called out to them in what seemed to be the central location of this world. When they arrived, they found a woman naked and unconscious in the middle of ash, the necklace of their people wrapped around their neck. One by one, their kind knelt, leaving just one male left, watching Margaery as she slowly began to move. A strange garble of sounds eminated from the creature's mouth, sounding almost like a radio changing frequencies. Eventually it seemed to find the correct frequency, speaking in perfect English. Hello. My name is Vy'Ken. We are of the Sumoro race, distant warrior beings that seek to rebuild our kind. That necklace along your neck signifies your standing as our queen, and we shall forever serve you. His voice was deep, though he stood around the same height as Margaery - his forehead made up a lot of the difference. Once the Queen was informed of her new position, Vy'Ken knelt, standing in front of the rest of his kind. It was clear that he was their leader, at least up until now. Beside the kneeling aliens was a ship. It seemed too small to start with, until you noticed the crater it had made where it landed. At the base of the ship was pure ash, likely from the many charred bodies that the ship had destroyed. The smoke from the wildfire explosion hid their presence, though likely would not hide their escape.
Thread: A Ruler Of Worlds (RoleplayMaster & darkangel76)

Sandor Clegane, labeled as a monster by many, was one of the last men surviving in this goddamned world. He lived to fight, to show his strength and hide the weaknesses his brother brought out of him as a child. He had tried to stay away from humanity his whole life, yet now that it was crashing down, he just wished it would all return. Now not only was he a monster, but he was responsible for keeping the monsters away from young Sansa Stark. They had met once again soon after the fall of humanity. She had fled Ramsey Bolton, the self-proclaimed Lord of Winterfell and the North, and managed to find herself in the arms of Sandor. When he had heard the despicable acts that the Bolton boy had done, the Hound wanted to tear out his throat. But soon realised he wouldn't need to, as the rising dead would soon do that for him. In the present day, the armoured man was setting up camp. Not much really needed to be done, but Sansa wanted a fire, and he wanted as far away from there as possible. It was a good thing that he remained somewhat close to her, however, as soon the rotting dead made an appearance. Ser Sandor! He heard Sansa whimper, and he ran closer. Grabbing an axe he had been using to chop wood with earlier, the weapon was swung hard. Several feet away the top half of the monster's head landed, brain and blood splattered across their camp site. Hearing a low growl behind him, Clegane's armoured elbow smashed hard into the monster's weakened skull, almost managing to kill it like that. But it still moved, so a hard slam of the foot onto the monster's head soon killed it too. Hopefully it remained that way. Are you alright, child? His voice called to her, using the corpse's clothing to wipe the blood off his boot and axe. Slamming the weapon into a nearby tree trunk, the large man knelt by her side, uncharacteristically gentle as he looked over her legs to ensure there were no marks. It didn't get you, child, you're safe. He said softly, sitting down on a log that was used as a seat for the two of them. Sighing softly, he grabbed the canteen, pouring water all over his face and into his mouth. You need to be closer to me from now on... that one was too close. And if you were to... yeah... He trailed off, staring out into space.