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Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

As the dretch is called into being before her, Emilia doesn't hesitate and snaps the sword down in a powerful two-handed overhead slash. Just as quickly as it appeared, where once there was a single dretch, now there were two halves of a dretch flying past her as its momentum carried it forward, the musetouched only being spared being drenched in its innards by the magic creating its body dissolving before they could reach her. Breathing out in relief, Well, that's one trap down...guess I should check that other door, she mutters to herself and makes good on her word, leaving this study and making for the other hall.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

The hall is relatively short, with only one door off it. That door is already hanging open, and a quick glance suggests it to be a water closet of some kind, of the same quality as the rest of the hall. A marble tub, a gleaming silver basin...it looks like the sort of place you would imagine in a debauched sultan's home. That impression is likely reinforced by the array of perfumed soaps and oils, and the carved frieze depicting an orgy in graphic detail. It looks like only around half of the participants are human, the others being warped, demonic figures. Serathiel snorts contemptuously at that, but doesn't comment. Past that rather unsettling room, the hall curves smoothly into another staircase. This one isn't stained with blood, though a few chips in the wall and a burn mark on the stairs suggests that one of the previous entrants did encounter something unpleasant here. The next floor opens with a small foyer of sorts, complete with a hat stand, coat closet, and a painting of a unicorn on the wall. The unicorn's horn and hooves are dripping with gore, and its eyes are solid black. Four black doors open off of the central room, and then another narrow hall continues forward. At the end of it, you can see the stairs to the next floor above you.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

Where Serathiel snorts, Emilia recoils in disgust and scowls, Guess I need to clear this place out now for sure, Asmodean contractor or not. But tearing down hideous artwork wasn't her job, she could destroy the 'art' on her way out. For now, she had to continue upward. The bloody unicorn was a little disconcerting, but she makes no comment and, though she spots the stairs, makes for the nearest door, intending to check all of them in a clockwise fashion.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

The first door swings open on smooth, well-oiled hinges, revealing what looks to be a small, plain room. The floor is black marble, inlaid with an elaborate magical circle in silver. That circle is disturbed, though, a scuff mark clearly visible in the perfectly polished gleam. On the floor within that circle, you see a human corpse. She's lying on her stomach, with her leather armor torn roughly open from the back. It looks like whoever ripped it was hardly gentle claw marks are visible in her flesh as well, ripping her body open nearly to the spine. As if that wasn't enough, her neck is twisted completely around so that her lifeless eyes stare up at the ceiling. Much of her face is torn off, and her back is crusted with some thick, tarry black substance. It looks like she might have been pretty, before.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

Emilia pities the poor girl, but there was nothing she could do for her now. A quick, silent prayer to Shelyn to care for her soul is all she can do as she moves over to the body to step into the circle again, looking for whatever caused this, realizing it was probably still in the room and readying herself for a fight.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

Seconds tick past into minutes with agonizing slowness as you wait. Eventually, you realize that if there is something here, it's hiding beyond your ability to perceive, and it doesn't seem eager to attack you. The door swings shut on its own accord, apparently being weighted to close. It doesn't lock, however, and you can leave readily whenever you want.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

Frowning, Emilia makes for the door. Just because I can't find you doesn't mean I don't know you're here. I'll be back. And with that, should nothing stop her, she leaves the body, though it pains her to do so, and makes for the next door. This tower is a nightmare. Mutilated bodies, horrid works of 'art' that are meant to upset rather than inspire...I should've come here sooner.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

The next door opens on a more mundane though, considering the nature of this tower, not necessarily less grotesque room. Almost all of this room is taken up by a large bed, with feather mattresses and several thick pillows. Upholstered in black satin, it looks inviting, but also slightly ominous. Another painting is on the wall over it, this one depicting a nude woman with pure black hair and yellow eyes. One hand is between her legs, but it looks like this is less for modesty's sake than because she's pleasuring herself blood runs from the corners of her mouth. As you open the next door, you hear a faint click from within, but far too late to do anything about it. The door pulls out of your grip, tugged along by a spring, as a heavy metal blade swings out from behind it. The weapon slams into your side and cuts easily through the delicate robe, slicing into your flesh just under your breast. It looks like nothing is behind this door but a tiny stone closet meant to house the trap that just hit you.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

She winces in pain from the cut, but luckily the blade wasn't any higher up or it would've had far more meat to cleave into. The damage was minimal, but her robes would need some work. At least they weren't threatening to fall off of her, she didn't want to look like the bloodied seductress in the painting, though at least that particular work of art didn't offend her on as deep a level as the others. Pornographic though it was, it only offended her as a woman, not as a devout Shelynite as the unicorn and fiendish orgy did. Still, there was nothing more to see, and she made a note of finding where the blade came from and using her blade to destroy the mechanism lest it reset itself when she stopped looking. Even if the trap wasn't self resetting, an unseen servant could easily be lurking about. And with that done, she makes her way to the next door, passing by the one leading up the stairs.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

The final door opens on a larger room that looks like a strange mix of luxury and squalor. Though well appointed, this room is clearly some sort of dungeon or torture chamber. A wooden rack stands against the wall, next to a cold brazier. A wooden cross on the next wall has a set of finely crafted whips and chains. A number of knives and stranger implements of torture are next to a padded wooden table. A trio of small, cramped cages takes up the last part of the room, two on the ground and one hanging. That last has another person in it. He looks like he has some elf blood in him, though it's hard to guess how much, and like the last person you saw he's very clearly dead. This time, though, it looks to have been a slower, calmer death. He's unwounded, but absolutely emaciated, his body drawn so thin that you can count his ribs from fifteen feet away. It looks like he ripped his fingers to the bone clawing at the lock on his cage, with no luck. There's no sign of life in this chamber.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

The aasimar quickly makes a warding sign and shakes her head, The master of this tower is twisted...if he's still breathing I might have to put him down myself! But there was nothing to be done here. Her magics weren't suited to healing, and even if they were, bringing back the dead was beyond her. At least, bringing them back properly. There was nothing more to do here. The only way to go was up.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

The stairs curl back around, following a slightly smaller course now, the tower narrowing as you ascend. The next level appears to be a single open room again, though its functions are split. To your left is what looks like a small, sickly garden the herbs there are twisted things, as many mushrooms as plants, and not a one of them that you'd dream of putting in your mouth. You can recognize them enough to know that almost every single one of them is a poison of some kind, most lethal. Some of the flowers are beautiful, though, delicate violet and crimson blossoms. To the right is a laboratory of some kind. More circles are drawn on the ground, or sketched on paper that's hung on the wall. Long tables have what look like alchemical laboratories on them, or partially-finished jewelry. One has a thick tome lying open on it.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

The plants are a curiosity, beautiful though they are, Emilia knows enough not to want to get too close to them. Even though none release poisonous spores, it's still just prudent to not tempt fate. The open book, on the other hand, draws her attention. She already knows the sorts of things the tower's master does, but she can't help but be curious about his research, and so she goes to take a look at it before moving onward.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

The book appears to be a spellbook of some kind. It will take some time for you to fully process what it might contain, but even at a glance, it clearly doesn't have the same sort of focus as most books of this nature. Rather than arcane writings, many of the pages seem to be filled with lists of names in all manner of strange, arcane languages you recognize a few in Celestial, Sylvan, and Draconic, but most are illegible to you. Interspersed with these are sketches of elaborate magical diagrams and circles, and a relatively small number of actual spells the arcane writings are scrawled in a dense, spidery hand.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

Emilia bites her lip, deciding to come back to the book. There wasn't time to study it here, and her own spellbook always felt like it was dragging her down. Adding another tome to the collection would be exhausting if she still had to fight. And so she heads back into the aisle and toward the stairs.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

Stepping back out into the aisle, you realize too late that you made a grievous mistake in failing to think that a wizard might leave a surprise for unwelcome guests in his laboratory. As you begin moving towards the stairs, you hear a spine-chilling howl, and the room seems to go black for a heartbeat. When your vision clears, a trio of coal-black wolves stands in front of you. Their eyes blaze an unearthly red, and thick black slaver runs from their open jaws. You quickly realize that whatever they might look like, these are no natural beasts the influence of the lower planes hangs heavy on them. You can smell them in the air, a heavy, musky scent, and clearly the statement is mutual. One of them scents the air, and then lolls its tongue out over its teeth it's too long, and too red, to be natural. The beast must like what it smells, because as it turns to the side, you see a thick, slightly twisted cock twitching slightly between its legs. Any thought of fleeing, though, fades when you look back and see another three of the beasts there.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

Raising Serathiel into a defensive posture, Emilia readies herself as the wolves appear. But something is wrong. Her breathing is heavy as the fiendish cocks slide into view, and as revolted as she is it takes more than a second to look away. Telling herself that it must be something in the plants she tries to ignore a tingling sensation, willfully ignorant of its true nature as she takes the first swing at the wolf who'd bared his member to her.
Thread: Empty Spaces [IC] (Desril and steinulfr)

You slap the first of the wolves down with a sudden, powerful slash, cutting deep into its back and driving it to the floor. The fiendish creature melts away into a thick black mist as it slaps against the floor, dissipating in moments. While you're distracted by that one, though, another throws itself at you from behind, attempting to tackle you to the ground. You cut that one out of the air with a single smooth stroke, drawing a satisfied cheer from Serathiel, and for a moment all looks well. But you can't keep up with the sheer number of the creatures closing on you. Another two move in around you and leap upon you, trying to bear you to the ground. Another nips at you from behind, while the last stands back, guarding the stairs down in case you manage to make a run for it. For the moment, though, you seem to be safe, albeit surrounded by eager wolves. The wolves continue throwing themselves at you, but can't quite seem to get close, as you twist adroitly away from each and every bite and pounce. Finally you cut the last one down with a flourish, drawing a cheer from Serathiel. The beasts hardly even looked upset...but then, you suppose they don't have anything permanent at stake, since summoned creatures simply reform on their home plane if killed.
Thread: Odd Role-play Habits

Main question Do you have any odd role-play habits? I'm not talking about things you do in-character but rather things that come with role-playing. For example, I have a sort of game that I play where I mentally form a picture of the person I'm role-playing with. Not the character, but the writer. I base it off of the characters that she chooses and the way they write and honestly I've had about 70 success rate with guessing appearances if I ever find pictures of my partner. Some people even catch me by surprise with how off they are from what I imagined but it's an interesting habit I've picked up. Anyone else have any odd role-playing habits?
Thread: Odd Role-play Habits

Ha! I fooled you! I'll have to think about this question.
Thread: Odd Role-play Habits

I have the same exact habit. I tend to picture the person I am roleplaying with as the character I am interacting wtih in my story. If I neve see a picture of my partner the better for me. I totally understand where you're coming from with this.
Thread: Odd Role-play Habits

Haha, I also picture them either as their avatar or as their character
Thread: Odd Role-play Habits

I thought the title was for things like blowing on dice before rolling them... I do blow on something before rolling it however... But in theme of what you were asking, I do have my odd twists. When readingwriting I don't double-click my mouse even if I get flushed. I re-read until I've internalized everything. Then much later that night I go through everything as though it was a real memory for me. It's a nice trick I think... because it's impossible to separate real from created memories once they are there.
Thread: Odd Role-play Habits

When I create a character, I create graphics and forms to detail said character. I like to match themes and colors to help me get a larger sense of the character's personality. It also gives me time to formulate a background that justifies this personality type. It also helps me choose something that makes them different if I want them to be unique to my other characters. Posting is similar, except that I don't make the graphics anymore. I just sit and ask what their reaction would be in my head. This way, it is less likely for my initial reaction my own to be posted, rather than my character's. And it also allows me to get to know them better and how they'll possibly grow once the roleplay progresses. If my character doesn't learn or grow in any way in a roleplay, I find them to be a waste.
Thread: Daddy

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Thread: Daddy

Hi Princess, Are you still online, so we can play? Daddy is looking out for you to mentor and support his Little Girl, so Daddy can train her to be a Good Girl. Daddy xxx
Thread: An RP for foot and scent lovers

TheVoluptuousGoddess said Another idea being thrown out here for any GUYS or perhaps girls too if you are just as crazy about feet! My character being a large Size 22 adventurous and horny woman who by some scenario up for discussion! finds your character, a younger OR older man who has a secret filthy fetish... the love of the scent of a girls hot, smooth feet. I'll leave it at that... suffice it to say looking for those guys or girls who can REALLY get into this and ideally really do share the fetish! See my profile for other stuff that could be incorporated, there's plenty to choose from!! 3 Click to expand... Hello TheVoluptuousGoddess. How are you? I've already posted you a PM interested RPing your ideas out. Just want to let you know here in case you didn't get my PM.
Thread: Let's Survive... (Atypical Tyrant and Princess Pittooey)

It seemed like every other day. Nowhere in Haruhi's dreams did she think that this would ever happen. Not to her, not to anybody. All she wanted to do was hang out with her best friend, Rin and take a break from school. Listen to music, maybe go to karaoke...Instead, they got something entirely different. It all started with an explosion. Not long after, there was a black out, and that's how they got stuck. Rin was unbelievably calm about the entire thing, but Haruhi thought it would be a great idea to walk around the entire city trying to find a way home. Apparently the explosion was the cause of some poisonous gas leaks, and it had shut down the entire Yamato line. Officers were on the scene, urging them to stay back. It was extremely frustrating, and scary for them both. However, there was something much scarier in wait for them both, and everyone that was stuck inside the lock down. The first day. It would be the last day. Haruhi optimistically woke up exactly at sunrise, before the sun could even fully emerge from the horizon. Psst! Rin! Wake up, we're leaving! She urged her friend. The sleepy eyed red head lazily opened her eyes before yawning and stretching on her cot. Mostly everyone around them was asleep, but understandably some of them just couldn't. It was an awful, stressful situation. Where? We should probably stay here where it's safe. I heard we'll be getting food and water soon. Rin told Haruhi, but she saw the look in her eyes. She had already made up her mind, she wouldn't be convinced otherwise. There's food and water at home. Poisonous gas my ass...That's no reason to treat us this way! If we can't take the train, we'll just walk out of here... Haruhi muttered as she pulled her hair back into pigtails. She was a red head as well, albeit the color of her hair was much deeper than Rin's, fiery red. It suited her personality. That sounds like hard work. Rin whined, but she sat up nonetheless. Fine then, let's go... The two walked out of the park together, with Haruhi taking the lead. It was...way quieter than usual, in an extremely creepy way. No one was out on the streets. That didn't stop Haruhi, though. She had a goal in mind, and she would reach it. Unfortunately, everywhere they went, there were officers. They had set up perimeters all across the Yamato line, and they were even armed. They didn't seem too friendly either. Others seemed to have had the same idea as they did, and they were lined up at the blockades, begging to leave. Their cries fell on deaf ears, and soon it became apparent to Haruhi that there wasn't a way out. She finally stopped walking and let out an exasperated sigh. Why do they have those guns? We're just citizens! Haruhi asked Rin, who had to pull down her headphones to hear. I don't know, maybe people are just as upset as you and are trying to force their way through? Rin suggested, but that only seemed to upset her friend more. Ridiculous, the government is totally hiding something from us. Like they always do... Haruhi sighed. I want to go home...
Thread: Let's Survive... (Atypical Tyrant and Princess Pittooey)

Heizo lived within the Yamamoto line in an apartment above a bar called Gin, the same place he worked part time. It had been quite the ordinary day for him work, study, and relax. He was a retester, having graduated high school last year but hadn't gone to college. That's what refusing to test in protest to your parents leads to. He had been reading through one of the million college brocheures he had accumulated, wondering how they were all considered different institutions. They all seemed identical to him. As he pondered this, suddenly the entire building shook as the sound of an explosion ripped through the air. Heizo could see it from his window, a ball of red and orange straight out of the movies. Heizo didn't take much time in reacting, running to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit he kept in their and shoving it into his bag. Not long after, he was dressed and out the door, running towards the explosion. He was worried people had gotten caught up in it, and he felt he needed to help. When he finally reached the park, he saw things he couldn't explain. He saw a group of teens, probably around his age, and what he could only think of as monsters or demons. It was literally unreal. He had come thinking that was the only threat, but now he faced something he couldn't even comprhend, let alone help. So he took the cowards way out and ran back. He got back to his room, and stayed up in his room for way too late, expecting one of those monsters to find him at any time. Eventually, he fell asleep. Poisonous gas. Heizo knew that was bullshit. Demons had appeared. He didn't where or how widespread the problem was, but it was there. That was undeniable. He guessed that the lockdown was in place to contain the demons, but how long could that last? He was worried. Not just for himself, but for others as well. With no power and the city in a state of panic, he found himself sitting in the bar with Gin, his boss, as they waited for more news to come. When the idleness became to much, he decided he had to leave. He needed to see what was going on with his own eyes. And thus, he went back outside.