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Thread: Critiques please

Maybe this is a little late in the asking after 20pages and 30k views, but am I just spewing crap? When I look back at my posts of months' passed, I tend to cringe a little bit at some of my devices and quirks...and think I may be annoying a lot of people who nonetheless keep coming back just to get their rocks off and can overlook my idiosyncricies. Can someone give me some tough love and tell me to stop anything I need to stop? Are my liberties with grammar egregious and distracting? No offense will be taken...thanks!
Thread: A Saturday Morning Encounter (EDITED)

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Thread: Original, and fan based. (M x F, gender does not matter) Mass effect, smite, Comics.

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Thread: To Use and Abuse the Models {FxM; FxF; FxFuta; hardcore; semi-lit/lit}

just to let people know I'm willing to entertain ideas that are similar to the ideas that I've listed. There are ever so many possibilities
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would love more playmates
Thread: Fandom plots (Male seeking Females characters)

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Thread: VtM anniversary edition anyone?

I would love to run a Sabbat VTM game for you
Thread: VtM anniversary edition anyone?

Would there be room for others in this game? I was recently introduced to VtM and find it interesting.
Thread: VtM anniversary edition anyone?

It would be interesting to play her in a Sabbat town as her sire was killed or maybe just attacked, she didn't stay around to find out by a Tzimisce. I've never played a tabletop game via the internet so what will you need from me backstory and character sheet, I imagine and how do you want to go about this? And if Slayer Knight is fine with it then I would love to have other players.
Thread: VtM anniversary edition anyone?

It would be awesome to have other players as well
Thread: VtM anniversary edition anyone?

Glad to hear it. I had a couple of concepts. One was an older vampire that was the weakest of his time but has had time to get stronger clan undecided. The other is a Malkavian or crazy non Malk that believes the Greek gods are real.
Thread: VtM anniversary edition anyone?

I'm not sure why believing in the Greek gods would make someone crazy...that would just make them Pagan. Unless they're crazy and believe in the Greek gods?
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I left out that he thinks one of them has it in for him.
Thread: VtM anniversary edition anyone?

Okay guys, all thirteen major clans will be playable as will three main genders Male, Female, and Futanari. In addition to the main thirteen clans, some bloodlines will be playable as well. The metaplot will NOT be used at all, and this will be a Sabbat-focused game set in the United States but I am unsure which city I should use, I'm leaning towards either Phoenix, Arizona or Charleston, West Virginia, both of which are Sabbat domains in my games. In short, the following sects will be playable Sabbat assumed to be the default sect Independents Camarilla The Camarilla are from a neighboring city and are trying to take over the Sabbat's domain Anarchs ditto Black Hand sub-sect of the Sabbat that serve as enforcers The following genders will be playable Male Female Futanari Can be done any way you wish, and futas are assumed to be normal in this setting though uncommon The following clans will be playable... Brujah Gangrel Malkavian Nosferatu Toreador Tremere Ventrue Lasombra Tzimisce Assamite Followers of Set Giovanni Ravnos The following bloodlines are playable as well All Antitribbu including Tremere Antitribbu, as we are not using the metaplot Kiasyd Daughters of Cacophony Can only be female or futa Salubri rare and hated Baali
Thread: VtM anniversary edition anyone?

As long as there's museumsgalleries around so my character can find 'work' I'm find with either city. I'll be playing a female Ravnos, who's probably pretending to be a Toreador, and is independent although she might not tell people that.
Thread: VtM anniversary edition anyone?

Dragonlore said As long as there's museumsgalleries around so my character can find 'work' I'm find with either city. I'll be playing a female Ravnos, who's probably pretending to be a Toreador, and is independent although she might not tell people that. Click to expand... Sounds alright with me and there will be museums in the city.
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Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

The City of Diener lay still and quiet beneath an ebony sky, wisps of smoke trailing up toward the stars that glinted overhead. A multitude of buildings huddle behind the safety of high walls, graduating in size and grandeur the deeper one travels into the city. Lone sentries patrol atop the walls, their breath carried away from them in faint clouds of mist, bundled against the chill of the night. While fires burn within braziers upon the battlements, the city below lies in darkness, its citizens tucked snuggling within their beds, unaware of what was soon to come. A soft, warm light illuminated the small room, casting long shadows upon the walls which jumped and stuttered as the candle's flame flickered in the faint breeze. In the corner of the room, settled upon a single bed crafted from ageing and scuffed wood, sat a young woman in her nightshirt, a book resting comfortably in her lap. Long strands of fiery red hair tumbles wild and free about her shoulders, brow furrowed in conversation as her eyes scan the lines of text before her. Below she could hear her father working in the smithy that took up the first floor of the building, the heavy clang of hammer against anvil filling the still night air with a rhythmic twang. Fia had long since learnt to sleep through such a familiar sound, yet for some reason it eluded her tonight her mind restless. With a sigh she set her book aside and rose to her feet, wrapping her blanket around her as she padded across the floor and to her partially opened door. The rest of the house lay empty and quiet. Her mother had passed some years ago, yet still the young woman could feel her absence, an emptiness that she doubted would ever pass and perhaps fuelled her father's long work hours. Slipping out into the hallway, Fia eased open the door that acted as entrance to the living quarters and cautious inched half way down the stairway that led to the forge below. Sitting upon a step, huddled beneath her blanket, she lay her head against the railing and watched her father work. The warmth from the furnace chased away the cool night air, despite the open front of the forge, embers burning brightly in the dim light. Clang, clang, clang. Her father turned the piece of metal he was working on and set it back to the anvil. Clang, clang, hiss. The metal glowed red amidst the embers as all fell quiet again, the sound a dog howling in the distance echoing through the streets. Fia's eyelids grew heavy as she watched her father force the piece of metal into shape with well-practised care.
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

So silent and swift had the invaders been that the middle-aged smith barely knew what struck him. He heard shouting, raised voices in an accent and tongue that was unfamiliar to him, and saw dark shapes, swarming out of the shadows with weapons drawn and murder in their eyes. Perhaps he would have fought, made a valiant attempt at the defence of his home and the protection of his daughter, had a bolt not shot from the darkness and impale itself deep into his flesh. He staggered, the half-finished blade he had been working on clattering to the ground, followed swiftly by a number of other items as the man fell back against a nearby workbench. His teeth clenched against the pain, he clutched his hammer in hand and narrowed his eyes to focus on the advancing men. The taste of metal filled his mouth, blood red liquid bubbling from his lips as he sought for some hidden strength within himself yet found none. Fingers grew numb, his gaze distant as he drove himself off the workbench and forward. He made it two steps before his legs gave out beneath him, and struggled but a moment more before his body slumped against the ground - if not dead now then close to it. Fia watched on in horror, lips parted in a cry that was suffocated by fear. She wanted to run to her father, to help him, but a figure now moved through the forge his blade glinting in the half-light of the still glowing embers. For a moment she remained frozen where she sat, praying and hoping for just the briefest moments that her blanket and the shadows would conceal her. It was not to be the devil's eyes found her, his steps leading him toward the stairs and toward where she hid. Suddenly her mind lurched into action and she scrambled to her feet, stumbling up the last few steps and back into the living quarters. Clawing at the door, Fia pushed it shut and slamming the bolt across to lock it before backing up a pace, certain that she could hear the heavy footsteps of her pursuer upon the staircase beyond. There was no time to debate whether the door would hold, the girl's mind racing with panic as she cast about her for a hiding place or something to use as a weapon. It was no surprise that her father had one or two weapons lying around, after all he had made hundreds of them in his lifetime in the trade, and so she snatched one up, holding it in front of her, clutched tightly in both hands. She had had a few lessons in swordplay, basic practice with her father on the rare occasions she had pestered him into it, but little of that returned to her now, full of fear and numb with shock as she was. The footsteps stopped, silence and then the door shook in its frame.
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

The door was barred, but Aldred had been given a glimpse of flame red hair as the person fled. That alone was worth something to the slave keepers. The door closed before her reached it, and he threw his weight into it. The door suddered, but held. He noted the iron banding, adn knew that teh smith had not been a fool, and reinforced his door. He whistled, loud and sharp, and one of his men threw him a heavy two handed hammer that was in the shop, likely for beating out heavy blooms of iron. He swung the maul and brought it down hard on the door. The wood splintered, and shook, a second blow sending it falling inward. He advanced, dropping the hammer idly, adn bringing his sword back out. Joining the miltary had been a choice supported by his father, who had seen fit to open the family coffers, adn see him armed like a son of nobility. Amoru that worked well and had been made for him and him alone, along with a sword from the armoury. It was a heavy job, but Aldred had trained with blades this size before, making it fit well in his hand. Forty inches of hand hammered steel, with an odd striped pattern of cleaming steel and darker metal. Aldred did not know how it had been made, but he'd seen more than one blade break against the hard edge of the sword, and it chewed whetstones apart in the sharpening. It was a weapon that would be at home in the hands of a prince, and it being given to a third sone was a statement in and of itself The family was wealthy, and powerful to say the least. He saw what it was he'd hunted. A girl. And one that he knew would be a prize in the slave pens. She held a longsword before her in a grip that showed some basic knowledge, though nothing showed that she might be an expert at it. It seemed well made, no marks showing imperfections, and a solid maker's mark acid etched onto the blade. Likely the smith had made a few tools to keep his home safe, for all the good it had done him. Still Aldred would not underestimate her. He would assume she was dangerous until she proved otherwise. You could surrender. He offered in her tongue, making sure she knew what he was saying. It would be easier on you. Ther are horrors you cannot conceive of waiting for you if you fight me. His voice was smooth, calm, collected. He tapped her blade with teh point of his, keeping out of her reach, but the move was meant to either remind her that she needed to drop the blade, or goad her into attacking him.
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

Fia could not halt the cry of alarm that escaped her as the heavy head of the maul cracked through the solid wood, sending splinters flying. It withdrew, leaving a gaping hole in the door through which the sounds of screams and the smell of burning seeped inside. Her sword quivered in front of her, bare feet inching back another couple of steps as she awaited the inevitable second blow. With the sound of splintering wood and the groaning of iron hinges the door gave way, pieces of wood thudding to the floor, revealing the figure of a man. As he stepped across the threshold, sword drawn once more, Fia shuffled back a little further until the wall behind halted her progress. They were clearly out-matched a strong, well armed and armoured man against a frighten, bare-foot girl in her nightgown clutching the first weapon that had come to hand. You...you killed my father... Her voice wavered despite how desperately she fought to keep it strong and clear, jaw clenching and knuckles flushing white as she clutched the only thing separating them. The clink of his blade against her own spurred a faint gasp and a reckless swing, Stay away from me!
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

I did not kill him. It was a waste of a man to kill him. If you believe nothign else believe that. He said dryly, not a word of what he said untrue. The blade tap did draw out a wild swing, her body telegraphing the move brilliantly. His own blade lashed out in a biting couter blow, batting the sword hard, the edge biting into a wall, and sticking fast. He smiled. Not what he'd hoped for, but with her weapon secured like that...she was fair game. He rushed forward, his armoured hand landing palm first on ehr collarbone, adn throwing her away from her weapon. He followed after her, adn placed the flat of his sword over her neck. Now then. Will you be coming along more quietly, or shall I show you the folly of argument? He asked. Below them, the looting of the smithy was going at an economical rate. One of the traits Aldred had sought in his men was the ability to appraise and sotw items as fast as possible. Ingots of high quality steel, the strong box full of money, a few weapons that had clearly been earmarked for noble clients. All of these were rapidly sotred away. WHen Aldred returned, they'd set fire to the building, and call it a day. They'd find another place to loot, an another, each time sending a small group back to deliver their plunder to the Keepers that would tally the value of their haul.
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

It happened so quickly. Fia knew as soon as she swung her sword what a foolish error she had made, but there was no taking it back and the situation swiftly moved from bad to worse. The weight and momentum of the blade worked against her, the skilled parry slamming it into the wooden wall and there it held fast. Even as she desperately worked to free it, a hand grabbed at her, throwing her backward and onto the floor. Eyes wide with fear, heart hammering wildly within her chest, the girl struggled and scrabbled at the boards beneath her, desperately trying to claw herself up off the ground and place some distance between them again. Before she had even found her footing, his hand laid hold of her shoulder and drove her back against floor, the gleam of his blade flashing in front of her face before she felt cold, cruel steel against her neck. The fight went out her in an instant, barely daring to breath as she stared up at him, emerald eyes full of terror. Would he kill her now? Slit her throat and leave her to bleed where she lay? Or perhaps the more pertinent question was did she want to die? Her father mostly likely lay dead below, her mother had already parted, she had no family and, likely than not, no money or prospects if she survived this ordeal. But did she want to die? Fia made no response, she simple stared back at the armoured man as she lay passively beneath his blade, her breaths small and shallow.
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

Aldred reached behind him and withdrew the marked slave shackles. It would mark her as taken by his squad. He grabbed one of her wrists, adn fed it into the shackle, closing it tightly on her. It wasn't tight enough to leave the shackle scars so common when done by people in a hurry. He'd made them specially for that. it reduced the value of the prisoner. He moved the sword to shackle her other hand, and pulled her to her feet. Let's go then. You've places to be as a new servant of the Empire. He informed her, half dragging her along. His unit had spread some of the charcoal out in the forge area, ready to make sure that it burned spectacularly. Permission to...take a few moments with our new acquisition sir? His second asked, leering at the girl. Denied. Light the place and move on. I'll get this to the Keepers. Aldred said crisply. The men nodded, adn broke open a lantern ont he charcoal, starting the fire off well. The building would be down in less than an hour. In the meantime, he would be leadinghte girl through the streets of the city that were under attack. He was close enough to the wall he wasn't worried about attacks. He only hoped that his squad would pick out a nerw target well without him.
Thread: All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

Fia blanched at the sight of shackles, the chain rattling as the armoured man reached for her nearest arm. She desperately wanted to fight him, to resist, to beat her fists against him, but her courage had all but failed her and she could only watch on numbly as cold metal sealed about her wrist. Tears pricked at her eyes, forcing her to turn her face away from him, squeezing her eyelids closed, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of her grief. The second shackle snapped closed around her other wrist and Fia felt her captor's weight leave her, his figure towering above her before she was dragged unceremoniously to her feet. She kept her silence as he half-lead half-dragged her from her home, descending the stairs once more and stepping into her father's forge. All was in utter chaos workbenches had been overturned, cupboards emptied, the floor littered with scrap metal and charcoal. Amidst the carnage, her father's lifeless body lay slumped upon the ground, the glowing orange and yellow embers reflected in his glassy stare. Fia wrenched her gaze away, jaw tightening as she sought to control the trembling of her lower lip, slim fingers curling tightly against her palm. So preoccupied was she that she barely heard the request of another man, lifting her gaze in time to meet his lecherous gaze, breath catching in her chest as she awaited her captor's response. Only now did she realise how poorly dressed she was, the chill of the night air seeping through the thin cotton of her nightgown despite the heat of the forge. She shuddered, averting her gaze swiftly, as she was lead out onto the street which had been silent before, yet now was alive with the sound of screaming, laughing and the crackling of fire. The dead lay strewn across the street, acrid black smoke bellowing from buildings already stripped clean of valuable and occupants. All around her wagons were being loaded men, women and children bound and lead in processions toward the great gates. Down an alleyway Fia could here the screams of a woman and the sneers and laughter of men, a father pleaded for the life of his son, a mother wept at the death of her husband. The soles of her feet felt slick and cold as she stumbled after the armoured man that lead her through the burning city, teeth chattering from fear and from cold as a strong wind howled through the streets, stoking the fires that consumed buildings all around her and clawing at the thin fabric that hung about her young frame.