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Dea M Smith said Thats fine. So do you have any plots? Click to expand... i listed a few in my profile .. but perhaps you would like to run a few by me and see if something strikes my fancy
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Medieval Young teen virgin as a peasant, And me a high knight, thats what I got but for a plot still working on it.
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Dea M Smith said Medieval Young teen virgin as a peasant, And me a high knight, thats what I got but for a plot still working on it. Click to expand... yes that would definitely work for me
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Then do you want to start so i can get a feel for the role play.
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I love playing with my two rp partners. They are both so good. i'd love to be able to find one more to help fill in the gap between posts ... Are you bad enough
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what about me
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i'm bored so im bumping
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bump for re edit
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Forbidden6ex said Hello, im new here but im not new to role playing. and what im looking for is a person or persons for a continuing story line. Sorry ladies i am looking for men no offense i am bi but i found that in a role play situation men seem to be able to give me what i need. my favorite settings are medievalfantasy. i usually play a young human girl. fiesty, and stubborn, either sent as an offering from my village .. or kidnapped by a band of barbarians or wolves. or even born and raised deep in a medieval dungeon. i also love the story of sleeping beauty by Ann Rice and would love to find my Dark Prince my role play partner could be a barbarian on a slaving expedition raiding villages when he comes upon me and decides to keep me for his own. or a demon where i've been sent from my village as a virgin offering as to keep the village safe from harm but the demon decides to keep me instead of killing me. or a wolf .. i do have a infatuation with the big bad wolf lol. The most important thing is my partner needs to be able to take what he wants and not be gentle about it. To many times my partners turn soft on me. i'm very much into force and rape play. my character almost never gives it up willingly. i am a role play pain slut lol .. i like dungeons and sexual torture. i have very few limits but those limits can be talked about if we decide to role play together. i'd like to find somebody with a good imagination although alot of the role play is sexual in nature im looking for is the story line. Slow well thought out answers are best. i am patient. Edited 22011 Ok i just had to close a couple of threads .. cause all they where turning into was cybersex Granted my character is very unwillingly sexual.. but i need some depth to the story ... i need to be able to feel my character and feel what she is going through. I am not looking for a great novelist. but hopefully somebody that can put together at least one good paragraph hopefully more. I will give you what you give me ... if your going to give me a quick one or two lines that's what your going to get back ... and more then likely a quick ending. Sometimes you can only write one paragraph depending on what there doing. and i understand that and there will be times where i only write one paragraph. stop by and visit my rabbit hole Click to expand... aww no room for lil old me
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opppsss, tripped and bumped my thread
Thread: The Ride of the Rough Riders (Friendly Alien & Warmatron40K)

Alright, men! We're on an intercept mission! An Imperial Guardsman strained his hands against the reigns of his mount, shouting loudly over the noise of distant gunfire and artillery to get the attention of his men, and the other few Sergeants around him. The man was a Sergeant, his insignia on his shoulders spoke clearly of his rank and position. Being atop of a large, green and scaly beast was a clear indicator that this was Rough Rider, and the kind of Rough Rider that had made a tradition of using mounts much hardier than the time honoured equestrian mounts of old. The beast itself stood on it's two large and powerful hind legs, combined with it's large feet it was capable of good traction, running speed and endurance. There was a long tail which made it capable of sharp turns and it was given an improved balance in such manoeuvres. The body itself was both sturdy, but it wasn't fat or clumsy. It was a large creature, reaching five feet in height counting to it's back and nearly 8 if you count from the ground to the top of it's scalp, and it had a look that was a combination of great and restrained power, but also respectable litheness. The head was long and reptilian, which was fitting since it was covered in dark green scales. Large and brutish teeth jutted up and down form it's jaws and interlocked together like the fingers of your hand when locked together. And this beast was anxious for battle. We will ride to the east, to the old ruins of the Chapter of Saint Florence! Our allies, the Sisters of Battle, are pinned down by our enemies! The Sergeant put one of his hands on top of his black helmet, putting it in place as an Earthshaker shook the ground. He spoke up again once the rumble had settled. And we ride now! He raised the Lasgun over his head, then kicked his mount into action. The Eedians ride! Chop 'em up, ladz! Chop 'em up good! The Warboss was surprisingly, and comfortably, far back from the action. Ork Boys ran past and sometimes through the massive pillars and white boulders of fine and exotic stone that littered the site. It was a massive area of rubble. If one was at the centre, at the elevated mount of the better preserved buildings and faced any direction, one would need to walk for a mile before reaching the end. There was a great horde of greenskins moving to that hill, hellbent on getting that good fight that they so crave. Even as bolter rounds exploded all around them, and as the projectiles blasted their bodies to pieces, they needed to reach that hill. They needed that fight, just as badly as any man needs to breathe. Shoddy gunfire licked the defences, but the aim was poor and the concentration of the gunner was lacking. There where no wartrukks to be seen, but they that didn't mean that there weren't any on the way. As of now, the noble defenders would have to use all their battle prowess and wits to hold the line against the tide of green malice.
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Sister Nellix had long since holstered her Godwyn-Deaz pattern bolter and taken up the Heavy Bolter of a fallen sister of the honored Retributors. Her teeth were locked in a snarl as she thundered a continuous wave of exploding metal upon the Orks before her. The sound of her battle line was deafening, hundreds of sisters poured their Bolter's ammunition into the enemy, hundreds of Orks fell, hundreds swarmed over their fallen brethren to take their place. DO NOT FALTER SISTERS! FIRE TRUE AND THE EMPEROR WILL GUIDE YOUR HAND TO VICTORY! Came the penetrating call of the Battle Mistress just ahead of Nellix. The Mistress's Repentia tore into the savage beasts like the Emperor's wrath made flesh. Their Eviscerator's were the only thing that roared louder than her Heavy Bolter, which grew hot even through her gauntlets. She growled and ignored the pain, just one more way for her to repent her sins, one more way to prove her righteousness. HOLD! HOLD TRUE! WEST FLANK TIGHTEN UP! SERAPHIM, BURN THEM OUT! NELLIX, SOTIA, MAU! REINFORCE THE WEST FLANK! Her Canoness's voice broke through all noise like a wedge. She dropped the large weapon and drew her Bolter as she ran to the western line. She could see from here how close it was to being overran. As soon as there was an opening she began firing, her powerful blessed bolts ripping through the green flesh of the Orks, exploding skulls and mutilating limbs. SERAPHIM! A harmonious wail split the skies as a squad of honored Saraphim tore through the air, their twin hand flamers spewing radiant death unto the Orks battle line. The sisters used this time to reload and reinforce, but before the fire even began to die they were already hammering the Green Tide once more with righteous fury.
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Oi Boss! Its dem flying gits! One of the Nobs thought he was clever to point to the sky at the wailing and roaring jetpack wearing women descending on the assaulting Orks. The Warboss grunted, as if having heard a bad joke. 'COURSE I SEE THEM, YA GROT! I'm not blind! The lesser Ork, still a hulking mass of bones and meat, quivered at the Warboss' shout. He slammed his powerklaw against the ground, finding it increasingly frustrating to have every assault and every attack countered by the defenders. He did have numbers on his side, but he was seasoned enough to have seen swarms of Orks being cut down by better equipped enemies. He needed to use his toys for this... Oi! I want dem Killa Kans up 'ere! I don't care if they get stuck in da rocks and da rubble, I want dem 'ere NOW! He barked orders around him, and the few orderlies that had wised up to actually run and deliver his orders did that they where supposed to do. The Killa Kans where set up as the rear gaurd, so it would take a few moments for them to arrive, if they did at all. He was a Blood Axe, so he did have some sense of 'taktiks' that other Ork Warbosses lacked, but he always felt that having toys and not using them was a waste of resources. In the meantime, the Orks continued to charge up the hill, but the continuous swarms of Orks made blocked forced them to waste time climbing over the fallen, and occasionally slip on the greasy Ork blood that was panting the ground with an dark, almost black red gore. They where relentless however, and the assault continued despite the arrival of the Seraphim. Faith alone could only do so much.... Which made the cause when the Sisters of Battle had so much more to packed than Faith alone.
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Even the holy flame did little to stay the green tide of Orks pouring through the rubble. Nellix and her fellow sisters kept firing without end, metal and fire mixed with blood and bone and gore and Nellix did not flinch from it. Her last clip ran out and she growled in fury. She had nothing left to throw at the enemy, so she would tear into it with anything she had even if it cost her life. Looking around she saw the body of a blessed Priest. He had fallen in battle and was now propped up, in his last breaths he opened his great text to an inspiring passage. She knelt down and touched her forehead to the page. Forgive me wise one. But I need your weapon as much as I need your guidance. She gripped the great Eviscerator that he once wielded in battle and revved the motor, it's teeth roared to life with the sound of glorious fury. It was time, all her sins had come due. She closed her eyes and prayed as she walked past her sisters, a heavy rain suddenly falling unto them like a portent of doom. Her sins...she would pay them in full. And if she lived...may they never resurface. For the Emperor! She shouted as she charged past the line alongside the Repentia, and joined her blade with theirs. Even as it sunk deep, chewing into the massive frames of her enemy, even then their muscled forms invoked the sinful thoughts that drove her to fight. So she fought harder, losing all her thought in the pure destruction of the Orks. Completely oblivious of the hulking war machines that were closing in. Massive contraptions of rusted metal donned with every device that could cause death, driven by Orks with every intention to do so.
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The sudden and fierce counter-attack by the defenders staved off the Ork assault. They had sent the Boyz, the veritable grunts and cannon-fodder of the Greenskins to try and finish the job which the more capable forces should have been able to deal with, but the Sisters where dug in, and they charged with the fury of divine retribution when only the scrap was left. However, that was not entirely true. The Warlord had an ace up his sleeve, and this assault was just what he needed. The thunderous footsteps that came with the whining noise of rusted metal and shoddy metalwork could be heard in the distance. Soon, as pillars where knocked down, as plumes of dust where seen in the distance, the Killa Kans arrived. While the Greenskin hordes where whittling down to the last of a hundred, the large metal constructs, riddled with guns strapped awkwardly here and there and equipped with gigantic large claws, the stunted legs that propelled them stomped their way to the noble defenders. Their Dakka's rattled, odd missiles swooshed past with terribly whining noises as they charged the best they could to get stuck in with the boys. But suddenly, there was something else. A new noise joined the fray of chaotic battle. It was a distant rumble. And it was growing. There was a another tide of green that started to reach the Sister's but it was from the wrong direction. It was coming from where the reinforcements where supposed to arrive from, from the west. Snarling, panting beasts ran like possessed and the black armoured men sitting on them raised their weapons and let out a collective cry of war. The Sergeant, the leader of the charge raised his Meltagun, and yelled loudest of them all. For the Emperor! The very next moment, the Killa Kan that was going to crush a fallen Sister of Battle under its giant metal foot exploded in a fiery mass of molten slag. It tumbled backwards on it's own weight alone. The charging Rough Riders slammed right in the right flank of the Orks, and what they didn't shoot with bright beams of vengeful lasfire, their mounts assaulted and ripped asunder with teeth and claw. It was glorious.
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Nellix was thrown as a noisy rocket exploded near her. The Repentia were scattered, and most, being unarmored as they were, did not get back up. She growled against the pain in her ears and forced herself to her feet, but even as she raised herself a titanic slab of metal that was the foot of on of the Orks war machines fell down. This was it, her life given in the service of the God Emperor...as it should be. But where metal should have crushed her bones and smashed her flesh to pulp she was instead showered with light and fragments. She was forced to look away and shield her face from the blast, but when she looked back the machine was falling to pieces, molten down, as though hit with a weapon she knew well. The Orks pressed on but now they moved from the west as well....no...they were not Orks. She gripped the Eviscerator and tried to stand, suddenly a strong hand hefted her to her feet. Pulling her up was the Battle Mistress. Her armor was scorched and her helmet long since broken. Her striking face was stoic in the light of surrounding fires. Stand sister! Our allies are upon the enemy! Stand! Bring that blade to bear and honor it's name! So strong of words, from such a beautiful face...NO! Not here! Nellix shook her head and readied the blade, revving it full throttle. She nodded to the Mistress and looked too each side. On one side her company was regrouping, the Canoness was still alive and with her the remains of their force was preparing for a final assault. On the other this ally was tearing into the enemy. She stood in bloody awe, the Guardsmen in black armor atop massive sinewy green beasts. Burning Lasblasts poured from the company like arrows of damnation, whilst the beasts powerful limbs matched the Orks raw strength and shredded them with equal fervor. She smiled and looked back to the Mistress, whom returned the grin with a smirk. That is it sister, relish this feeling. This day the enemy knows wrath and pain such as only we can give them. GIVE THEM THEIR FILL! She shouted and all at once the Sisters charged. Shouting and singing all at once like a litany of doom. The blood, gore, rain and mud did not slow their advance, they fell unto the Orks like angels of war.
Thread: The Ride of the Rough Riders (Friendly Alien & Warmatron40K)

It was a bloody, furious massacre. The Greenskins where known to be ferocious enemies, attacking head-on was their preferred strategy, tactic, doctrine and dogma. However, these where Blood Axes, the only clan of Orks actually known for their sense of good tactics. Amongst other Orks however, they where just cowardly. To anyone else, it was understood that they knew and appreciated the understanding of tactical retreats... And if there ever was a moment for a tactical retreat, this was it. Good for nothing, nose pickin', snotling lovin'...! The Warlord was furious, he stomped with every footstep as he made his way to his Battlewagon, ready to depart. All of the Killa Kans where gone, and there where hardly any of his Boyz left. The few that remained had to fend for themselves, as he made haste and to prepare to fight another day. The Rough Riders and the Sisters of Battle made short work of the stragglers. The Sergeant for one of the squads shot at anything that moved, bobbing his weapon up and down, side-to-side as he treated his mount as a walking weapons platform. The mount itself caught one of the few Orks that where left. It opened it's large, toothed maw and bit the shoulder of an Ork Boy. He screamed in terror, having dropped his weapons long ago, he swatted at the beasts snout. The dark eyes of the green creature where glazed over with blood lust, while the small red eyes of the Ork where filled with fright. He screamed loudly, and the scaled beast turned and walked back, as if it was dragging a prey item. And then it shook the Ork. It growled loudly like a frenzied animal, shaking its head and the Ork like a dog biting down on a rat. Everyone could see this, and the Sergeant himself felt the blood lust. DEATH! DEATH! DEATH AND SHAME TO OUR FOES! His voice was loud, rugged and boisterous. He was grinning wildly and raised his Lasgun over his head in a gesture of triumph. His mount's gusto and revelry in the fighting was infectious, and the Rough Rider himself couldn't help but to be moved by the single-minded fury of his trusted steed.
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The Mistress ripped her Neuro whip across the back of a large Ork, maybe Nob status. It spasmed and fell forward towards Nellix, whom it had been fighting. With a growl she swung the Eviscerator in a great upward arc, meeting his body and cleaving a pulpy trail up his torso and finally splitting his jaw in twain. The Mistress laughed powerfully, her whips darted out like serpents, smashing into and leaving the few Orks who could not flee helpless against her allies. Nellix smiled and gasped at the air as though she'd been holding her breath. Only scattered survivors remained, odd shots and howls came and went as they were routed. The battle...had been won. Nellix ran her gauntleted fingers through her white hair, knowing full well she was smothering it with blood and muck. Her blood was pounding through her veins like war drums, her mind was ablaze and her body hot. Battle had not seen fit to claim her debts, she sighed. As always, she survived even whilst throwing herself into the harshest of violence. A scream and a roar broke her from her inward thoughts. She turned to see the Rough Rider Sergeant gloating boisterously as his mount savaged an Ork. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight. Powerful muscle tensed and flexed, lithe and sinuous, savage and primal. The Sergeant was strong and big, rugged and dark, surely a fine example of a man. But it was not the man that caused her heart to quicken further beneath her breastplate. The beast he rode upon tore it's prey apart with ease, an Ork which could have torn the Sergeant apart with similar ease. Even through the misty rain and the smoke and the heat she could pick out it's smell and the smell caused her abdomen to tighten. Vigor, virility, power, all these things it had. Sisters gather on me! The sound of her Canoness was welcome and it caused her to spin around quickly, it allowed her to rip her eyes away from the beast. Nellix bit her lip and swore. As always she survived. And as always her debt would grow ever greater. She should have known better than to hope it would have gone. This unholy lust that plagued her would never be gone, she would bear it to the end of days. All she could do now was wait, and sate it before it dominated her ability to think straight. Do not worry Nellix. You earned that weapon today. The Mistress once again placed her hand on Nellix's shoulder. A fresh hairline scar now ran diagonally up the womans face...somehow it only made her more attractive...at least to Nellix anyways. Whatever sins that plague you, you have paid them in full. Every battle you say that Mistress. You must know that I do not deserve such words. I repent and I try, but I stray without fail. The Mistress patted her shoulder plate and stepped past her. True. But you always fight your way back onto the path. And that is all I can ask of you. Nellix looked back to the beast, thinking of those words as the structure of it's muscles burned into her memory. Perhaps that is all she can ask of herself as well.
Thread: The Ride of the Rough Riders (Friendly Alien & Warmatron40K)

As the battle was done, the Rough Riders assembled. There had been a couple of casualties, and one of the Guardsmen was walking with two xeno mount reigns in his hands, leading them to where the Sergeants gathered. They discussed about how it had been a good fight, while and the leader of this mission made a few comments before he moved of to meet with the Sisters themselves. His mount was only now starting to calm down from the exertion of battle. His wild eyes began to stop twitching, and it began to gaze the area like a regular animal instead of some maddened beast. Its heart was still pounding and the adrenalin was still coursing through its veins. Only the rider was able to subdue the beast, and it still required some skilful handling to achieve. The beats walked with slow, ponderous footsteps that only bragged of it's weight and subsequent power withheld its massive frame. The Sergeant steered himself to the nearest couple of Sisters. He saw what he thought was a regular Sister of Battle together with one of higher rank. He raised his hand in a welcoming gesture, and shouted with a loud and boisterous voice. The xeno-mount did not do such thing, as it only walked slowly towards them with an angry look on its scaly face and with fresh gore on his jaws. Greetings, Brides of the God-Emperor! We are honoured to have joined you in this holy quest once again, and I congratulate you for sparing some of the xenos for us to slaughter! He was grinning widely as he stopped only a few meters away from them, slightly ahead of them in their path. As the women came closer, it was for the first time that the xeno-mount, the green, scaled, monstrous beast of war turned its head and met the eyes of Sister Nellix.