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Thread: Alfheim Schooling (East and Frogger)

Liam Haas The alarm clock blared, and stirred him from what was otherwise a peaceful rest, he yawned, stretching out. The one good thing about the amusphere was that it kept the body rested in a state of REM sleep while active. Meaning one could log out at 4 am in the morning, and still feel like they were ready to face the day. The problem with the device however was very simple, the body didn't move like it did in regular REM sleep no tossing or turning, meaning that if you had a rather uncomfortable mattress like he had than be prepared to wake up sore. Walking into his shower, and stretching himself out he felt like he was going to break something, the hot water only helping to ease the feeling slightly. By the time he had eaten his breakfast, and gotten to his car he was however mostly awake. The radio chimed in as he pulled out of his driveway. And it's another sunny day, the heatwave that has struck us hard this September is sure to keep the beach season running at least a few more weeks with highs of upwards of 110 expected, but low humidity makes sure that it's gonna be a high heat. Yep, and all the windows in his classroom, are going to turn his room into a sweaty, ungodly green house nightmare. Still that was why he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Pulling into the school it was only around 6 o'clock which meant he still had plenty of time to sit in his chair and cook. Leaving the windows down he left his old beaten down car where it was, and walked up to the teachers lounge finding coffee and a news paper. This was his life, every monday through friday, with the exception of wensday's because his school opened an hour later on the hump day. It was easy, it was predictable, and it was boring as hell. Compare that to the fantasy world offered by the vrmmo, and it was little wonder why most of his free time was spent logged in. Okay what's the lession plan today? He looked over his schedual, there was one bright side, today was Monday, which meant that class 4E the one he taught had the pool for P.E. Well that will be refreshing at least. P.E. is our second period, which just leaves... everything else to deal with. He regarded the layout of his classroom. It was on the second floor, with windows that faced inward, overlooking the schools inside court, which also happened to have a glass roof. Which means you can cook an egg in this room come noon.
Thread: Alfheim Schooling (East and Frogger)

Insistent blaring interrupted the otherwise peaceful silence, shattering it into a bunch of tiny little pieces and grinding it into the carpet. A groan was quick to follow, slivers of bright blue peeking out to glare at the alarm clock in question. Deirdre considered the idea of rolling over, but thought better of it, and instead reached out to turn the damn thing off. Oh, right. Its Monday morning. Forcing herself to sit up, Deirdre rubbed at an eye, groaning for an entirely different reason this time. The world blurry, consisting of nothing but indistinct colors and shapes, her other hand went on the search to fix this problem. Finally finding the solution, Deirdre slipped on her glasses. A yawn nearly broke her jaw in two, but, miraculously enough, didnt. Damn it. The Amusphere usually puts the body in a state of REM sleep, only thing is, it doesnt seem to work. Not for her. Nope. Every morning, its the same story. Deirdre glanced at the clock one last time. If only she had the power to turn back time, even if its just an hour or two but of course, shes not that lucky. A sigh escaping her lips, the girl dragged her feet as she slipped into the shower with the hope of waking up. Hot Deirdre groaned under her breath, blinking at the sun thats trying so damn hard to burn her retinas. Lifting a hand to shield her eyes, the ugly yellow chariot of high school pulled to a stop before her, though not without protesting about something or another. Not that it really matters. Every single one needs to be replaced, or repaired, or one of the two. The door cranked open, just to let out a bunch of hot air. Kids are chatting inside, bits and pieces of their conversations wafting out, laughter following shortly after. Deirdre climbed up the stairs. How much will it cost to buy herself an old, beat-up car? It doesnt have to be pretty, all it has to do is run. Oh wait, shell have to pay for car insurance, gas the whole nine yards. Deirdre wrinkled her nose, plopping down in the closest seat available and crossing a leg over the other. Luckily it doesnt take long to get from here to there. Most of the kids have to get up way earlier just to catch the bus, but not her. Nope. Deirdre can literally get up twenty minutes before its supposed to arrive, and be right as rain. Bright blue eyes drifted out through the window, watching as trees flew on by. A hand came up to cup the girls chin, a sigh leaving her lips two seconds later. This world has got nothing on Alfheim. There, everything is amazing, beautiful, all of the above. Magic exists. Once she puts on the helmet, she has wings and she feels powerful. A new adventure lurks around every corner. Deirdre cracked open an eye as the bus began to slow down, the school rolling into view. Great A small scowl pulling at her lips, she went to join the crowd shuffling to get off. Jumping off the last step, Deirdre lifted her head, a few tendrils of brown falling forward to grace her features. Today is Monday in other words, shell be receiving grades back on tests, tons of homework, and information that will be on your next quiz. Wonderful! Deirdre Ann Bloom -
Thread: MILF & Mass Effect Craving! Do Take a Look!

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: Migrating an RP thread to BM?

Hello, I have an ongoing 1-on-1 RP thread on another site. It is currently about 160 posts long, and I have a copy of all the posts in a text file. Is is possible to migrate this thread to BM? Manually re-posting each post and alternating to get the authors right is not feasible. Thanks, Lurker.
Thread: Migrating an RP thread to BM?

Just post the blocks of text as best you can and make sure your thread is appropriately labeled title and writer names. You might want to use a couple posts to break things up and put up a disclaimer at the beginning explaining things in case you have readers. Then carry on per normal once you reach your most recent posts. Any further questions, just ask.
Thread: Migrating an RP thread to BM?

I've done some similar, so allow me to provide some pointers. 1. Each post has a character limit of 65555 characters. Plan accordingly. 2. PHP hr will be your friend. I suggest using it between yours and your partners posts. Best of luck!
Thread: Migrating an RP thread to BM?

Thanks, I'll ask my writing partner.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

As Nina was addressed by the guard the faint scent of perfume hit her nose. At once her nose twitched as her body arched back presenting the guard on horseback with a lovely view of the wizard's developed chest. A.....aa.... achu. She sneezed into her hand, the motion bringing her body forward as now the guard got a view down her shirt. I uh, personally... Achu. She sneezed again. Wanted to try and save the girls, personally at least.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

Standing there on the side like she was just meandering and not really aiming for the building or its entrance, Reabyne sniggered a little. Yeah, she is all ... personally ... about girls. Their previous meeting left the red haired elf with friendly feelings towards the human girl. Seeing and hearing that Nina was not only in the village, but interested in the same building, Reabyne stepped forward. Bless you, and hope for your health. she said towards Nina, still mixing these human sayings up a little, but not caring to teach the ignorant outsiders the elf customs or language any more. After all, she was now outside her home too. Reaching a closer position, she replied to the guard's words too. I am here to come, help, work, do my job, see if there is something for me in behind these doors. with her left hand on her hip - and on a dagger -, and her right one stroking a quiver, it was obvious that the unarmored, but armed, and maybe a little bit intimidating young woman could help out with more than just be an extra body. Reabyne mangled the common words even more on purpose, and had to keep herself from laughing as she could see the bewilderment on the face of the guard, and maybe the others around, as they tried to put it together. She was also trying to find out who got the rightwrong idea, and how much these people blushed or how they reacted to the blatant, and somewhat double-entendre sentence. Who would try to help her, or just try to clarify her intentions?
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

The inviting doors, seeming to be of precious wood, hold a seemingly different aura around them. Instead of being welcoming, and promising pleasure, they are instead quiet and subdued. The town itself seems ominous, with its vague lack of inhabitants. A confident half-orc, clad in unrestrictive yellow and red robes and a variety of wooden and metal bangles, is one of the small group gathered outside. She may not know the others personally, but a twitch of her lips at the gentle banter of the human and the elf brings on a delighted grin. She sways her way forwards, bare feet idly stepping around any of the occasional glass or sharp stones littering the gravel-filled pathway. A smirk at the man, young before his time. Well, I can't say I was just looking for the ladies here... but this actually sounds important. Better yet, it might be interesting! Missing, you say? Not on leave, or gone to visit family, or ran away with a travelling merchant? I've seen that happen a few times, no matter the line of work... A quick frown flashes across her rugged, yet still attractive face - quickly replaced with the vague veil of amusement. As her eyes darted around the surroundings, taking in both buildings, plants and making suggestive glances at the more appealing attributes of several of the men and women present, she relaxes a little. Where previously, she stood more on her toes, worried by the scarcity of people and the unnatural woods as she approached the town, now she rests back on her heels. Her shoulders lower, and hands relax with fingers spreading apart slightly.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

The half-elf stood behind the rest of the girls, being the only male in the group he felt that it's appropriate for him to stay a suitable distance from them. He isn't the kind of person who would hang around women very easily. Skylar hid behind Reabyne as the guard approached, peeking from her left side to see the rather small-scale man on his horse. He was unsure of his intentions at first but after giving out a rather pleasant greeting and overall kind behavior, he shuffled out from behind the elf, looking meekly towards the guard. I-I am just here to help... he stuttered, still quite intimidated by the guard who was clearly more superior to him, in his opinion at least. He is not that much of a conversationalist, his words not the most flamboyant or extravagant. U-um...can we at least enter the b-brothel? he asks the guard shyly, hoping to gain entrance to the brothel to see what was going on in there, not because he wanted to spend the night there, but to see if he could find any clues that could lead them to the seven missing ladies. M-maybe order a drink from there... he continues, never actually being in a brothel before so he is unsure of what they really do in there, assuming that is is merely a fancy inn with a high-class bar and a dancing hall.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

Nina who had been fuming slightly at Algar's lecherous gaze and doubting of her abilities. Yes she was a real wizard. Just because she had boobs didn't mean she was a sorceress. Correlation does not equal causation. As the door opens and the scent of perfume grows stronger again, Nina's nose twitches. Aaachoo. She sneezed directing her sneeze into the ground. As Nina looked up, the strength of the glare forced her to look away, but not before noticing. Get down. She replied jumping slightly in front of, and attempting to gently bring Ophelia down to the ground with her. As the only noncombatant here, surely that was Nina's reason for doing so.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

Elves? I did not see any elves in the area... Could you elaborate? the red haired elf turns serious and maybe a little bit colder, if that is possible. She almost spears the guard with her intense glare, maybe a little bit more intimidating than needed. She glances around at the actions of Nina, but not seeing or hearing anything suspicious, - and knowing her to be enthusiastic in meeting females -, Reabyne turns back to ... Algar. I would be going with you, now or in the morning, but I want to see the proofs. But she also wants to help, thus hearing out Ophelia too, so maybe she should help her up, or something, if the others did notmoved...
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

Tugara's eyes sparkle slightly at the unexpected flash of light from the tree, curious as a magpie. She tilts her head to the side - what could it be? A mirror? But who would put a mirror up a tree? A weapon? What kind of incompetent sneak would walk around with shiny things in full view? She was paying less attention to the conversation continuing around her, but was particularly taken by the appearance of Ophelia. Her strong body, well-honed and practised, was rather impressive to the half-orc. All of a sudden, the diminuitive scholarly lass leapt to the side, almost bringing down the mistress of the brothel herself, and Tugara spun on her heel at the unexpected interruption. What! Are you alright? What are you up to? A confusing mess of questions spilled forth, and the flashing thing in the tree left to the wayside - forgotten, for now.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

Ophelia proves to be a bit harder to pull down to the ground than Nina anticipated. Upon jumping in front of her, and grabbing her, the matron of the brothel reacts--likely instinctively so--first by knocking aside one of Nina's hands, snagging the other, then using her free arm to circle around and hook behind the young sorceress' neck. If Nina doesn't manage to slip the attempt at grabbing her before the hold is solidified, she would find herself in a bit of a headlock, with the side of her face pressed up tight against Ophelia's breasts. There, the perfume the matron wore, a light floral scent, would fil her nose. Get down? One, you'll have to convince me, and two, not in the dirt. What's got into you? Algar glances at the exchange, then shakes his head and turns to answer Reabyne. Wild elves live in the woods. We know there is a group around. If you want to come now, then come. I'm heading back. With those words, the man spurred his horse round' and started it trotting bakc toward the barracks. Any request for further details, for the moment, would be met with a simple, not here. Ophelia glances to Tugara when she speaks, clearly confused. I'm fine, I don't know about this one though.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

Achu. Nina sneezed into Ophelia's cleavage. Achu. There was... a Achu. A glint of metal in the trees... Nina said pointing to the trees but making no attempt to fight the hold that Ophelia placed her in. I.... thought it was a...an... achu. Archer. Nina replied.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

I will be back! Reabyne says towards the otherwise occupied Nina and maybe Ophelia too, then cheks out the tree, while going with Algar. Let's check out the tree, maybe it is one of your 'evidence'. She is very curious about these wild elves, if she heard it right they have tattoos, or at least intricate body art... Trying to remember any other information about them, she could just come up with their supposed home The Mwangi Expanse, where the tribes of Alijae, Ekujae and Kallijae are supposed to live. Large and warlike tribes... But that was far away. Are you sure they are wild elves, and not just some trick by funny people?
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

W-what are you talking about? I'm d-definitely suited for this t-task... he replied to Algar, crossing his arms with a slightly displeased face. Skylar felt a bit annoyed at the guard's comment, although half-true. He spent the majority of his childhood learning alchemy from his elven mother, not really intrigued with his father's love for hunting animals and farming, but it does not mean that the half-elf would not go outside he still needs to find ingredients and materials to conduct his experiments. Hearing the loud clunk behind him, he jumped in surprise and nearly tripped as he manically turned around to face the entrance of the brothel, preparing his crossbow if for any threat that might burst through that door. To his relief and somewhat his disappointment, an elderly woman steps out of the building and glances over him. He retracts his crossbow from his hand and regained composure as he shyly waved towards the aged but muscled woman. Intently listening to the conversation between Algar and the old woman being addressed with the name 'Ophelia', he would gladly lay a few questions on her, hoping to get a few confusions cleared up about the situation but before he could open his mouth and try to ask her, she was suddenly brought down by Nina who had failed to do so, instead getting buried into Ophelia's bosom. A-ah! W-we mean no harm! he squeals, quivering slightly at the immense strength of Ophelia as locked Nina's head with her arms. I-I would like to know about these seven women, if that's o-okay with you, miss. W-was there anything suspicious about their whereabouts and behavior before they went missing? he gulped, wondering if agitated her in anyway possible.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

Ophleia raises an eyebrow at Nina's words, and Algar pauses in his tracks. The two exchange looks, Algar with an 'I told you so,' while Ophleia more skeptical about what's been claimed. Even still, she releases Nina from the chokehold, and takes a few steps toward the brothel's entrance. Algar nods to Reabyne's words, tugging the reigns of his horse to get it to turn around, and kicking it into a trot toward the large tree to the south. As he walks, he glances down at Rea. We've seen them. Skulking about. One of my men swears up and down he saw them leaving with a large bundle that could have been a person one night. With the 'threat' looming, he obviously seems a bit more willing to share information, despite still being in the open. I don't think you could har me if you tried, Ophleia says to Skylar, chuckling to herself and shaking her head, But don't point that crossbow at me again or I'll break it in two. For a moment, she might appear agitated, but further questions on the missing women warms her face, and she gives a smile. Aside from fear about the others missing? No. They went to sleep in their rooms upstairs in the brothel, come morning they were gone. That was the last I'd seen of them. It would be better if we discussed this inside... and you can speak to those who remain, they might know more... Whether Tugara, and Nina, went with Algar and Reabyne, the result would be the same. The moment the pair -- or group -- drew close, the leaves rustled and branches swayed...then two small pellets flew from the foilage, one impacting Algar's chestpiece, covering him in a little cloud of powder, while the second one hit the ground close to Rea. There's enough powder in the pellet that it still does get on her some, as well as anyone near her, and it would itch immensely. An itch that would be exceedingly difficult not to scratch. At near the same time, two youths drop down from the trees. Both have ruddy-brown skin, like that of bark, while one has slightly orange hair, and the other red. Lightly armored, the pointed-ear pair immediately take off toward the east, rushing toward the woods. Wild elves. Coughing some, Algar calls, Someone stop them! Damndable knife-ears! His horse too has been overcome by the powder, neighing, and kicking back, the guardsman is torn between trying to get the substance off himself and ihs horse, and trying to keep the beast calm. Neither elf looked armed at a glance, though keen observers might spot one had a spyglass dangling from his hip. bOOCb Rea, and anyone close to her, please make a DC8 Fortitude save. Success means you can resist the effects of the powder, failure means you're staggered and take a -2 to... rpetty much all checks. Tugara can be with Ophleia, or with Algar and Rea, up to you, Davian.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

Nina as one of the ones who saw the glint, followed Algar and Rea so as to show where exactly she saw the glint from. It was up... She started her arm raising as the pellet flew through the air impacting Algar and his horse, and both of the girls. Nose twitching, Nina let out a high pitched sneeze directed at the ground. Achu. What had seemed to be a fur coal even over all the sneezes drew up, a bright white cat, as it leaped from Nina's shoulders, it's tail flicking her in the nose. Fl... fluff Achu. Nina sneezed again as her whole body itched. Looking back up Nina got a distracted by Rea's side boobs. If she was itching half as badly as she was...... When Algar's call got to her. Moving up Nina started casting a spell, scratching her chest shamelessly as she did so. amicum moan fieri See more 10 Init for what it matters. Casting Charm person on the Elf with the spyglass. DC 16 will save.
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

Reabyne sees the pellets coming, and tries to dodge, so she has some protection when it becomes obvious that it is an area effect... Anyway, with the stillness of the air - or maybe the light breeze helping the powder along - she can't get out altogether. She iches, she twitches, but still able to be there and act. She pulls her bow and shoots at one of the fleeing Fae - for she is sure that these juvenile deliquents are more tricky treaters, than the warlike cousins. Nice and dice Can't access the website for the dice roller from where I am at the moment... Fortitude save 91, success against DC 8 Attack 135, AC 18, if success, then 5 blunt damage, hopefully slamming into - through - any extra pouches they have...
Thread: [Pathfinder] The Autumnvale Brothel

Tugara is almost caught off-guard, and having followed Nina and curious about the tree herself, she is well within range of the itching powder launched from the lofty perch. With eyes closed, and willpower barely enough to ignore the irritating sensations, Tugara springs forward at the culprits. The leaping duo, in retrospect the source of the curious reflection, are already attempting to speed away. With a quick glance aside at Algar's predicament, she takes off. Her feet launching her towards the two scamps rapidly retreating, her unclad soles carrying her over the surface faster than many would think possible. Hey, you cheeky buggers, get back here right now! An almost playful yell at the top of her voice is easily heard by all around - dashing forwards with hands outstretched to grab hold of any loose clothing, hair, and the like. Rolls Fort save 37, easily resisted, Grapple roll nat110, critfail!