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Thread: Lord of the Rings - The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath

Completely interested. Count me in.
Thread: Lord of the Rings - The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath

Oo! Awesome. When i get home ill post a character template and we can start setting things up.
Thread: Lord of the Rings - The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath

Awesome! Looking forward to it!
Thread: Lord of the Rings - The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath

There you go. And on the off chance someone wants to play a canon character, its accepted but just clear the character with me first. It has to make sense for the time period. Like for example, Aragorn would be a no go...hes long dead as well as Arwen.
Thread: Lord of the Rings - The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath

OOC thread
Thread: Lord of the Rings - The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath

I'd love to join! If canon character's are up for usage, what about Maglor Feanorian? He is said to have survived the First Age and could possibly still be alive. I'm sure he would wish to avenge himself and his House against the evils of Morgoth. Otherwise, I'll probably roll with a man of Gondor. Also, I'm happy to play some villains as well, if it's alright with the GM. Ar-Pharazon and his great armada can be brought in as well, since they are buried in the Caves of Forgotten at the end of the Second Age until the Last Battle and the Day of Doom. An army of men worshiping Melkor the Great would cause havoc in the Undying Lands upon his return. Just a thought.
Thread: Lord of the Rings - The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath

Im going to bump this...i kind of lost track of it. but would be very interested in getting this going. If the previous joiners seen this and are still interested awesome if anyone new would like to join you are more then welcome!
Thread: Lord of the Rings - The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath

Would canons from the games do?
Thread: Lord of the Rings - The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath

Depends on what canons, unless its an elf theyd have most likely died of old age if nothing else
Thread: Lord of the Rings - The prophecy of Dagor Dagorath

Soo all elves are dead in this then?
Thread: A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality

Well hello there! It has been a long time since I actually involved myself in writing online outside of third person roleplay, short stories and poetic prose. Actually writing in first person and giving myself an outlet for thought is something I haven't explored in a while. I suppose, perhaps, that this could be a place to do that? I don't tend to be forthcoming in regards to personal matters, simply isn't in my nature. Sure a small fortune cookie sized tidbit here and there but I find myself preferring to take a back seat and listen to others stories about themselves rather than go on incessantly about myself. This isn't to say I don't have an opinion...I just prefer spouting unexpected one liners or using sarcasm to defend myself when provoked. Subtly shattering others assumptions and confining stereotypes that people try to box the ' quiet girl in the corner ' into, leaving them stammering and thrown off balance in real life is a favorite past time of mine. However, for the sake of introduction, this mornings chai infused entry will be a wink and tip of my hat towards anyone interested in getting to know me. It won't be something so shallow as perhaps my favorite color of nailpolish though later down the road I may devote an entire post surrounding the pros and cons of constantly resorting to black. Back to the subject at hand, though. My life can be summed up easily into the simple word, eclectic. I have traveled and lived all over my country and while my more exotic cravings for travel have yet to be sated, I am working towards those goals. I may mention on here I keep odd hours, which is in fact due not only to my insomnia but the fact that I care for a menagerie of misfit creatures that have all stumbled across my path in need of a safe haven at some point. If I am not engrossed in a book, writing or spending time with my animals I can usually be found doodling on the closest available flat surface. I love art and everything to do with it. Painting, sketching, using a array of mixed mediums or staining my fingertips with charcoal, it all appeals to me and I love losing myself for a few hours doing it. However, I no longer study art academically due to the great debate of chiaroscuro between myself and a very close minded professor. Well, I think that is enough about myself for now. This journal will mainly be comprised of everything from well written thoughts to much more casually expressed rantings as a way of an outlet. Hopefully I haven't scared anyone off, and feel free to comment or just say hello if you would like. If you want to talk about art, books or authors, creatures feathered furred or scaled, share quotes or even discuss nail polish if you were inspired by that little bit feel free to post below! I love hearing from others. For now I leave you with this quote as it seems to sum up how I am currently feeling and will be using this online journal as a way to hear and express myself above the noise. Zel Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth. Oscar Wilde
Thread: A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality

RE A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality comments welcome Let me be the first to welcome you to the journals. I am excited to see your work, when it isn't hindered by writing to my level!
Thread: A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality

RE A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality comments welcome Finally, the week has come to its close and I can breathe again. Spending the night relaxing and enjoying the nothingness for a little while. Hoping to catch up on some sleep and my reading list this weekend and I am looking forward to a chance to recuperate from the craze that has been this week. Oh and.... Happy Halloween
Thread: A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality

RE A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality comments welcome Rough last few days...the kind that just leave you an exhausted mess with your mind scrambling for some kind of purchase or grip and has your concentration shot to hell. Going to spend the day or two focusing on building a new enclosure for some of my outdoor lovelies before winter settles in. On a side note, my hair has decided to reach new heights today. The normally pin straight easily tamed mass always seems to sense my frustrations and chooses those days to expand into something monstrous that would make Helena Bonham Carter proud. It is probably simply due to the fact that it is an old nervous habit of mine to tease with, run my hands through and tug on my hair incessantly when under stress...ugh. Hoping some coffee and focusing my attentions on something external for the afternoon will help encourage my thoughts to settle into a calmer state.
Thread: A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality

RE A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality comments welcome Out of all of my animals large and small, scaled feathered and furred, I believe it is my cat who is the most demanding and possessive of my time... Today is a morning where in my cat has decided that my being out of his eyesight is completely unacceptable. So if I stand and leave a room or walk five feet away in this case regardless of where I actually am he will run to the center of the house and call and cry inconsolably until I go pick his fuzzy ass up, carry him back to where I am and let him perch on my shoulder while I work. Normally he isn't this codependent and while he has always been clingy I attributed that to the fact that I bottle raised him when he was left abandoned outside of my office building at two weeks old as a muddy shivering little fluff ball a coworker found one rainy bleary October morning. Don't get me wrong, I adore the little bastard, but I did actually have things to do today that will be hindered by a ten pound behemoth trying to play parrot on my shoulder. That and I am out of caffeine in my house and broke until this Friday...may the games for sanity begin.
Thread: A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality

RE A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality Holding off the Oncoming Storm 1120 I used to take ballet-that is until my mother finally accepted the fact that while I love being active, pink frills and glitter weren't exactly my style despite her hopes. But I remember one of the first things I learned was how when you spin the importance of finding something to focus on in the distance and to let it catch your gaze on every turn, otherwise called spotting . Cliche as it sounds that lesson applies to more than various dance turns-focusing on something while you spin so you don't get lost and stumble. I'm currently attempting to focus on something to keep from drowning in everything being thrown my way and my head spins. And while I am exhausted? I am getting a lot of work done. To all of my partners waiting for a PM or Thread response I will hopefully get to you this evening-if not? First thing tomorrow morning. To all those in the process of word building or exchanging plot ideas? I will respond as soon as I get posts out for my current RP's to continue our discussion. Much love
Thread: A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality

RE A Dose of Chai and a Spin of Reality Bereavement 0105 My deepest condolences to you. It is clear he will be missed greatly. Sending out strong, positive thoughts and wishes to you.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

Interested, will be looking over some possible builds, some ideas. Not all that familiar with pathfinder as 3.5 but I have the beginnings of some ideas.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

I look forward to see what you can come up with.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

I'm in as well though Dreamy here already knew that
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

Current thoughts are on a manipulative and tricky Earthkin Kitsune, of the Sorcerer class. Split between Fey and Kitsune bloodlines though.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

That works fine for me. And glad to have you on board Khan
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

Color me interested. I might try ... another Monk. Or maybe an arcane caster, but they take a while to gather traction.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

And then there were three. As RPg-Girl has asked me, attributes will be determined by a 25 point buy system, each character having two traits.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

Ugh, point buy. Not so Monk friendly...
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

Well, Kiyoko just needs some story and history and maybe a bit more gear, but over all, she is pretty close to done.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

Interested too, I'll build whatever role's left hammeranvilarm, so far I see an arcane caster only anvilarm.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

That's a great adventure path. I've played it as a player. One note of caution Watch out for the kingdom rules as the GM. IIRC the most efficient kingdom if you go by the vanilla rules is one made up of graveyards and magic item shops Would love to play as a player, but I already know most of the ins and outs of this one and wouldn't want to spoil the fun for anyone. So good luck all
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

And that makes 4! I'll try to get the character profile thread up as soon as possible.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

Would you be ok with someone who has played this AP roughly before? He changed a lot of the story to better fit how he GMed and how our group played so I only now the generals of it may be.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

Stopping by to voice my interest. If there's room I'll get to work putting something together tomorrow.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

I'll accept you both, bringing the party up to 7. Entries are now cut off. I'll get a profile thread up tomorrow.
Thread: Pathfinder - Kingmaker [interest check]

Profile thread is up OoC chatter thread up too
Thread: The Cost of Blood (Father and Belle)

What did it mean to be a Spartan? It meant rigorous training from the moment of birth. It meant being tested constantly, raised and placed within the agoge to be beaten mercilessly and flogged until a man felt no pain. It meant being sent outside at twelve to fend for yourself in nothing but your cloak, expected to survive the harsh weather and endure where no other Greek was capable. It meant a lifelong service to your people, to the military, to the state. It was honorable, it was brutal, and it was a Spartan warriors solemn commitment to this above all else. To question it invited ridicule. To fail in it invited death. Eurotas had not failed, invited no ridicule, and had not died. As a young boy he had proven himself so fervently that he had become a member of the Crypteia, the secret police of Spartan society. At age twenty-five he had distinguished himself as a pillar on the battlefield, a true son of Sparta, and a military genius. At age thirty he left the regimented barracks of the Spartan military to be with his wife, who gave birth to his beautiful daughter. At age thirty-seven he was considered one of the premier generals of the Spartan militias, unequaled in his prowess, unstoppable on the battlefield. Finally at age forty-eight his beautiful wife, Arene, passed away in childbirth to what would have been his male heir. There would be no boychild to pass his armor to. No young man to raise up his Father's shield. His line had ended. Yet he showed no grief. He showed no sign of weakness. It was merely the way the world was, merely the whisper of the Oracle that had set this path to be. He knew that his daughter would do her own duty to Sparta, would provide a child to a warrior, and that child would carry his own Father's shield into battle. It might be enough, might be enough should he ever see that day, to bring a smile to an old man's face. A face which now remained stern and resolute as he slowly soaked in his private bathhouse, his body aching from the long day of training. He had reached an age where he had begun to doubt that he would find the beautiful death he so often lusted for in his youth, no enemy ever besting him. Wisdom and experience far exceeded the foolhardiness of the common soldier. He was growing old. It was a fact not lost on him. His hands came to brush water across his features, smoothing back into his long hair, not knowing another had entered to speak with him. Not suspecting what the day would bring.
Thread: The Cost of Blood (Father and Belle)

The touch was not an unwelcome one no matter the outward mien of the man in question. He turned his head towards it just slightly, not giving air to an expression of his joy at her visiting but nonetheless it was shown in that one brief physical activity of kissing her cheek. A small brush of the lips that confirmed his love. It was comforting to have his daughter around in these long nights though he knew such time might very well be coming to an end for them both. It was true that even after she had gone he would have the companionship of the helot peasants who had served his family for generations, yet their service did not engender the bright spark of compassion that this one woman did in his life. The only other who had ever done so was her Mother and soon, like his wife, she would leave his home forever. At times, times that he never would have spoken of to the young girl, he was jealous of the man who would take his daughter from his tutelage. Life however always took. One way or another it was always the same. His shoulders tightened as his young girl's arms wrapped around them, the heavy muscles flexing not to show off his prowess but in mere response to her embrace. It emphasized the stark physique, the arcs of his perfectly trained chest as he stretched back just slightly in the warm waters. All was done in a way that emphasized everything about the warrior's physique and none of it done to illicit admiration. One of his strong hands came up to take her in it's grasp, not touching her hand but taking her wrist and clamping the strong fingers upon it in a way that could only be called possessive. He had never held back with her, never showed her mercy even if he showed her kindness. It was not the way of their people and he would not spare her the hardships of the flesh. His voice was deep, resonant, a strength that came from the core as he replied to her. If it does so then perhaps I will be born anew, yes daughter? The skin of youth beneath the old that falls off of me? Silly games, silly words, but as he turned his head he could tell his daughter had something in mind already to converse over. It was not rare for her to come into bathhouse while he was there, he had always welcomed her so. He gave her wrist a small tap as he straightened to stand in the waters, moving to turn to stare into her eyes. Ah, there it was, that was what had given him an understanding of her need to speak with him. The eyes giving away a potential move in the war that was life. You come to speak with me. Is there news? There was no worry to his voice, nor curiosity. He said it with the same matter of fact mannerism he would have asked had he wished to know the weather or of the death of a soldier. What was, was.
Thread: The Cost of Blood (Father and Belle)

Damianos, Son of Crytos. He was a good soldier, capable, though not necessarily one that had distinguished himself in the eyes of Eurotas. Yet what more could he ask for, for his daughter, who had remained strangely unwilling to leave his house and marry? He could not ask for much more than a good man, a good father, a decent life. It would not be the life that he had provided, yet he would be a foolish man to imagine that his daughter would find and marry someone of his caliber. Ego did play a part in this one fact, that he considered himself unequaled by the men of their society and that he would hope that his daughter would find a suitor that at least was comparable. He frowned. It was not a pleasant expression. His hand a made a motion to the water, one he had made countless times before, a motion which clearly stated. Join me. Yes he was nude, but just as his daughter felt there was no shame in that fact. He had been there her entire life, had trained her in not just the arts of leadership but in the arts of war. When soldiers were wrestling on the ground there was no worry of embarrassment. Whomever her husband would be, if it would be this Damianos, he knew his daughter would give him unexpected surprises beyond merely being a capable mother. He mused over her words as he stepped back further into the water to allow her room to enter, his eyes never leaving her own face even as he frowned and there was something definitely within his features. Something in that frown that hinted at a deeper emotion as the brows furrowed. Disapproval. Why would he disapprove? The man in question was not a wastrel even if was not a perfection. That very well might be it. Perhaps her Father wanted nothing less than perfection for her. It was a touching thought even if it was one he had not aired as of yet. He did not take the letter she offered him and that was telling in and of itself. No, he had asked her to join him in the water which meant he intended for this conversation to continue. Which meant he had not arrived at a decision and very well might be considering a decision that was not in the affirmative. Cool eyes watched her as he spoke, giving voice to his thoughts in the inflection of them...if not necessarily the words themselves. The tone held a measure of distaste, dislike of the option presented to him. The real question was would he have disliked it no matter which suitor it was? Tell me, Aelia, is this the Spartan you would wish to be Father to your children?
Thread: The Cost of Blood (Father and Belle)

Aelia watched her father motion her to the water, but she wasn't anxious to get drenched just yet - she'd only just dressed for the day and wasn't keen to get undressed again so soon. So instead she bunched her dress up around the middle of her olive toned thigh and took a slow, cautious step into the hot water. The bath water came up to just above her knee, and she settled herself down on the edge of the pool so that her legs could freely sit in the water while the rest of her remained dry. She listened to his question and felt its power weighing upon her heart. What did she want? 'Want' was never something she believed she owed to herself. Not because she was especially cruel to herself, but because the 'want' was always less than the 'need'. Aelia needed to have a husband. She needed to have a future father of future Spartan children to bring glory to the two families that created them. Aelia chewed on the inside of her cheek as her eyes flickered down to her reflection in the pool as though it were clear enough to be a mirror into her own heart. Or a sacred well that would show her the future. Taking in a long, slow breath she decided to share her thoughts instead of internalizing them. There was no sense in hiding them from her father, she'd learned. No matter the situation he seemed to be able to see every bit of her deepest thoughts and every ounce of emotion coming from inside her chest. Lying as a child had been a foolish errand, so why bother continuing a foolish practice when she was a woman? Hm, Aelia pondered as her toes began wiggling beneath the warm water - loving the heated sensation that sparked shivers up her legs. I have heard his prowess is growing. His father owns several farms that bring in gold - farms we would one day profit from. He's got no glory to his shield, no, but he is young yet. I've not heard he is cruel. I've not heard he is kind. I've not heard anything, she noted. After a moment she smirked softly to herself and tilted her head to the side, stray curls falling down her shoulders from its knot on the back of her head. I suppose that may be a more damning bit of evidence though! He is too tall for a modest praise, too short for a great praise, too dark for a fair praise, and too young for a renowned praise. So there is little of note to note aside from the note that he could be rich, he could be kind, and therefore I could be his wife.