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Thread: conversation mode for PM

I like this site very much and all systems are nice including the pm system and all tracking and archive options. However I feel my pm inbox is getting filled quickly whenever discussing a new roleplay with someone and was wondering if there is a conversation mode. A conversation mode is a mode in which your pm inbox turns into a list off topics and every topic has its own conversation underneath it showing the contents of all the messages send and received in order of sending them, kind of like in a normal thread.
Thread: conversation mode for PM

ThessaTheDomme said I like this site very much and all systems are nice including the pm system and all tracking and archive options. However I feel my pm inbox is getting filled quickly whenever discussing a new roleplay with someone and was wondering if there is a conversation mode. A conversation mode is a mode in which your pm inbox turns into a list off topics and every topic has its own conversation underneath it showing the contents of all the messages send and received in order of sending them, kind of like in a normal thread. Click to expand... I definitely think this would be a cool feature.
Thread: conversation mode for PM

I have my PMs set this way on another site and it keeps everything nice and tidy. BMR's PM system looks pretty dated so I'd love to see this change implemented among other upgrades to the layoutthemes.
Thread: conversation mode for PM

Yeah I agree, it'd also keep all PMs together form both parties in the right order and you don't have to keep going through to look for specific messages. I think this'd be a nice idea as well.
Thread: Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

Marcus cussed softly as he watched the town around him fall into the hands of the demons who had come here to raid it. He spent his whole life training to be the best knight in the land after witnessing his own home being pillaged when he was only ten years old. He was taken in by one of the king's knight and learned the ways of the sword. Watching his home get destroyed and seeing his father killed and his mother dragged off gave him the motivation to put his all into his training. It wasn't long before he moved up in the ranks reaching knighthood and was hand picked to be part of a special group meant to focus on learning how to slay demons. Naturally he accepted the offer and soon began to make a name for himself as one if not the best demon slayer in all the kingdom. Besides being a good fight Marcus held the knightly virtues close to his heart becoming the embodiment of them as he spent little time in the taverns chasing girls like the other knights around him. No he was a rare breed one who was virtually pure and was worth at least three men in battle. Though being that good and pure did make him a target as he had more then his fair share of duels and attacks on him from both sides. It was a normal day when a courier came rushing into the barracks exclaiming that a town on the border of the kingdom was about to be ambushed by demons. Marcus and his crew were the first ones to leave with the regular army behind them to help fight off the remains. Only this wasn't a solo attack as news from another town diverted the rest of the troops leaving the demon slayers on there own. The ride was long and by the time they got to the edge of the town there was no time rest as the attack was in progress. The knights fought long and hard but the demons seemed endless slowly wearing down the group of knights. One by one Marcus watched his companions die either by dirty tricks or sheer exhaustion of battle and the ride getting the better of them. Still he didn't back down and kept fighting until a large club landed a lucky blow knocking the wind out of him. Once he was down he couldn't get up as he was swarmed and received another blow to knock him down. though the demons never seemed to finish him off only keeping him in a half conscious state unable to do more then try and get up.
Thread: Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

Demon after demon had come, beasts with gaping maws, malformed abominations, each a creature more disgusting then the last. The village's defenses were paltry. As the oh so noble knights, demon slayers they called themselves engaged. They were met with a flood, for every demon that fell three took it's place. They fought in vain attempting to hold out while screams cam from all around as the villagers faced the might of the demons. As the mighty Marcus fell, his body beat, yet they kept him alive. The words of the king ringing deep within there minds. To always bring the greatest warrior of each battle they could keep alive. Marcus had been selected to faced that unfortunate role. The demons and monsters disliked this, wishing to tear him to pieces and mount his head on a pike and yet they would obey. As he laid unconscious he was stripped of everything, armor, weapons, clothes even dignity if he was aware of it. Bound tightly with unholy chains. As the raid came to a close he along with a number of the villages were drug off back to the demons lands. Marcus would have little grasp on time as the demons ensured through force and drugging he remained incoherent the entire journey. By the time he would regain his senses, he was alone in a deep, dark cell. A collar meant for slaves clasped on his neck to ensure he remained obedient while in his prison cell and didn't try anything. It was the cornerstone of what would keep him from escaping before his trial. It was a few days before he would find out his trial as they told him nothing. Only when a painted faced creature came to his cell would he know where he would go. Though it seemed like before the gallows it would be a visit with a creature he had come to hate. The king will see you now, come along, chip chip my horrible demon hunter! The creature said clapping it's hands and the cell door swung open. The collar compelling him with pain to follow. The collar was the least of his worry's this creature was know as a Nyx Avatar, a foul being that took utter delight in torturing other creatures. With it's foul magics it could keep a human alive in a state of eternal pain for hundreds of years toying with them keeping them just from breaking to be aware of the pain. The Avatar led him through the black metal halls right to the throne room, where upon his throne, the King awaited Marcus, to cast down judgement on the one who had murdered his subjects.
Thread: Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

The journey was a bad nightmare mostly induced by the failure of the battle, one two many blows to the head and what ever the demons were using to keep the fighter in a docile state. He didn't expect to be taken alive as their kind only seemed to save women for obvious reasons and had never heard stories of the knights being saved. Most were usually killed off quickly and kept as trophies or turned into grim warnings for who ever came after them. It wasn't until he was thrown in the cell and the changes removed once the collar was on him did he begin to stir. For the next few days he paced in the cell with what little room he was given and glared out at the guards as they made their rounds. The worst part of it was not knowing why he was there surely he would be dead if they wished that. The cell was rather barren only a pot in the corner and a stone slab that mad a rather uncomfortable bed. Marcus glared at the creature recognizing it as one of the more feared kinds causing him to cool down a little. He was a fighter but also someone who had a brain and knew when the cards were stacked against him. That and picking a fight while unarmed and naked was a good way to get killed. He reluctantly followed the creature though the metal halls his eyes gazing at the cells as they passed out of that wing and into what looked more like a proper castle. The whole walk down to the throne room Marcus kept his mouth shut keeping a stoic expression as they entered. He was a bit taken back by the sheer size and appearance of the king as he was lead in front of the throne. Why spare me and not my companions. What makes me so special to you? Marcus asked curious as he wasn't sure why he was here but they must have had some reason and if anyone would know and tell him it would be the king.
Thread: Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

It seemed as if the moment Marcus dared to speak out of turn the entire court was about to decent on him and tear him limb from limb. However a simple raise of his hand the mighty king turned the raging demons docile. Because they were weaker. To demons power is the foundation of our existence. We exist to gain more, we fight, we eat, and we thirst for power. To a demon it is our prowess in battle that earns us rank, it is where we find purpose in life. It is this why you were brought. The king spoke his voice booming as he towered over the human. Marcus wasn't even as tall as his toe which led to him being even less of a threat in his state. The Kings glowing eye's glared down at him with uncaring stares. I have told my armies to always bring back the strongest knight they can take alive and that was you. For the strongest have the right to choose the fate. Choose now 'human' bend on knee and swear your loyalty to me. Turn from the path of a foolish mortal creature and become a demon or you will be made to serve another in a different way. The king spoke his booming voice echoing in the halls. His ultimatum was clear, serve the demon king willingly or be made a slave to some creature. That was the assumption easiest to make considering the collar on his throat. Little did he know the latter was a far different punishment then he expected. The collar wouldn't be needed as he would be taken to be 'remade' just what he was remade as was the choice he was now going to make.
Thread: Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

Marcus did his best to remain unmoved as the massive demon spoke telling him what he already knew about how his kind worked. He had seen it first hand and from his fights and what he had read and heard from tales. What was unexpected was the ultimatum he was given at the end as he was unaware that humans could be turned into demons . Still it was a deal that he needed no time to think about as he knew his answer just from hearing the first part alone. I will never kneel before you and claim the lives of the innocent in your name. I would rather be a slave to your kind or die then to turn my back on those who I protected. Marcus yelled out projecting his voice as much as he could so the king could hear him.He didn't know what horrors he had signed himself up for but it was the only option he seemed to have. With any luck he would be able to escape after a while and make it back to the kingdom to serve once more as a knight. The only other option he even considered for a moment was trying to fight but he was clearly out numbered and equipped to entertain the ithought for more then a few seconds.
Thread: Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

Pride was a strength of human kind, yet more often then not it too was the downfall of great warriors. Marcus was given a choice to write his name in the history books as a even greater warrior, a demon lord perhaps. Yet his pride stepped in, his pride of his people, his pride of being human, the quest for righteous glory. The righteous would fall and be degraded this day. His bare skin was exposed and as if out of nowhere a large creature appeared, stepped from the shadows it was a massive orc, bound in many painful looking things that dug into his flesh. He was silent in his movements as he drove a hot large branding iron into Marcus's back. The iron was large enough to reach from his shoulders down to the small of his back. The Nyx had moved around him swiftly pushing him into the iron. The pain would feel like a eternity but it lasted only a minute. His collar dropped, giving a moment of hope to escape. Soon he would realize a curse stronger then any collar was placed upon him. Pain would flood his entire body as the creaking sounds of muscles tearing and bones breaking inside his body could be heard. His skin bubbling and moving as muscles twisted and reformed, connecting back to the nerves in his body as it felt new nerves were beginning to farm. Each second would feel like a excruciating pain the likes of which no human torturer could inflict and yet as the pain continued, the sensation would slip through. The cool air on Marcus's sensitive skin. The feeling his body was changing, the pain was turning into pleasure. The wonder would have to be what had been done to him. Considering the mocking laughter of all the demons around him, it had to be nothing good. You have your choice then, you will serve as a toy for one of my children. You will bear them no child for you have proven to be too weak for action. You will bear the Gladavir curse, and life your life devoted to my child, craving there touch, wanting to feel them till all that once was the human is corroded away and you become a lesser demon. The king spoke his booming voice as he motioned for them to take Marcus away. The limp changed form that was Marcus was dragged away off to another room where he was tossed. It was empty save a simple bed a full length mirror and a outfit laid on a table, clearly made for a very 'shapely' woman. Marcus was left alone in the room to recover his journey was about to resume. Though would calling him Marcus really be appropriate anymore, a new name would likely be given to the fallen demon hunter.
Thread: Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

The castle was alive with movement. It seemed he had been moved pretty far from the king. As it was mostly quiet near his throne room. This was a portion of the castle where lesser demons did there business. Clever creatures, dumb brutes, all sort of monsters did what they were meant to do. Getting orders, taking out rading parties. The smarter demons seemed to be doing business, often cataloging the spoils of raids. There was a section where crying women where being investigated by a higher ranking demon who dictated the kind of creatures they would end up with. The demon was like a giant brain, it was grotesque. For Marcus he was on one of the higher levels. Above the common fodder. A sort of elevated place where the lesser demons could meet with high ranking demons. It was close to the front enterence, thus why this place was used. Walking through the halls Marcus would hear moans, screams, and the like coming from the far side of every odd door. Though as much as he would want to save those inside. Marcus would surly know that he was in no condition to fight a demon especially without a weapon. The halls were twists and turns, with each even door seeming to be some sort of meeting door and the odd doors being waiting rooms that seemed to each contain a demons slave that would serve as entertainment while waiting. Marcus would of had a good five or ten minutes before a giant hand wrapped around his head nearly slamming it into the closest wall. Enough room was left for Marucs to look behind him to know with full horror that with how his body was this was the worst possible creature to meet. What Pretty thing doing out of room? Try escape? Taruros no let pretty thing escape. Taruros teach pretty thing place! The giant beast spoke. It was a Minotaur a creature that was known for raping woman. Holding down Marcus who's body wouldn't be able to overpower the beasts hand. The Minotaur adjusted his loin cloth. revealing his cock. Pressing it to her back so she could feel the size of what was about to enter her. The monsters cock's bast reached from her plump ass to up between her shoulder blades. Everything in her body would tell her, her body was not built to take something that big! It would kill her, and in the very castle of demons there was no one to save her.
Thread: Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

The walk was long and frustrating to the former knight as he peered in each door doing his best to sneak through the halls as he wasn't sure if he was suppose to leave the room they threw him in. His new body though more befitting for a whore didn't feel completely useless but now was no time to test his raw strength against an entire castle with no help. Instead he merely observed what was going on trying to store it in his mind for later as he had never seen this side of the demons. Until now he had assumed each kind acted on their own and was driven to raid and pillage for the sheer fun of it. He never expected them to be this organized which would make taking them down more harder then he realized. As he crept through the halls he had to stop a few times as his new body was starting to annoy him as each teased his sensitive chest and thoughts of trying his new body out began to slowly invade his head. He let out a loud gasp as his distracted mind had not seen or heard the large creature until he was already slammed up against the wall held in place by his hand. His heart skipped a few beats as he felt something rather massive against his back and he gazed back in horror. He now realized he had a lot to lose when fighting demons now as his new body was more inviting then his old one and most of these creatures were not used to asking for sex but rather just took it.Let me go! Marcus shouted up to the beast as he tried to kick it backwards with his legs but that seemed to do next to nothing to the large creature. He knew if this being raped he would be split in half by it's cock and it was not the way that he wanted to die.
Thread: Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

His fear was justified, as the Minotaur was truly the kind of beast that knew four things in life. Eat, breed, kill and fear, it ate anything it could, people, other monsters, wild things. It would breed any female it could impregnate without question. It would kill and likely eat anything else, but it felt fear. It's instincts told it when something was stronger and when it was it obeyed for survival. This was how they lived serving demon kind as dumb as they were. The beast didn't care about her flailing as it raised her high off the floor and positioned the tip against the cloth separating it's cock and her. Me Breed pretty thing so pretty thing no escape no more. The beast spoke and as it grabbed her waist to hold her still and force her down the grip loosened as a intense gurgling sound could be heard. A peek back for Marcus would see the Minotaur's body riddled with jet black spikes jutting out of it's skin. They rapidly retracted and the beast gushed blood but Marcus's outfit was not stained with the blood as he was caught. A long black hand held onto her wrists. My, my. I always forget senseless brutes like to wander around up here. They don't tend to think to look at what they attack very much. Poor thing didn't realize that this 'pretty thing' was no toy his filthy hands was allowed to touch. A familiar and haunting voice spoke lowering Marcus onto the floor not being stained with the beasts blood. It was the Nyx, licking it's fingers of it's other hand that was coated in blood. All those spikes came from it's fingers. this would be a higher grade of Nyx then anything the kingdom had seen. No matter little creature it should give you a bit more context of what you chose to reject, never come along! Chop chop! Your new role awaits you! the Nyx told her heading to the stairwell to walk out. If Macus tried to refuse the mark on his back would begin to glow forcing his body to move. Ensuring that he kept close to Nyx. Funny there was much talk of whom to give you to. Vardrath lord of the abyss, N'zoth the lord of the deep, to name two of the lords. However the king seems to think you fit the 'tastes' of another of his children. Likely the most... Appealing to lesser creatures like yourself. I would dare to say the Child of the king you will soon meet would be one who could topple your paultry kingdom and throw it into total disorder with little effort. Which is why they have not been allowed to do so. You humans are too prized of a commodity, keeping a kingdom like yours around is too good for our nation and our other conquests. You get what im saying right? Your whole nation is nothing more the cattle. The Nyx being the demon it was, did enjoy this sort of conversation, telling him the cruel truth that his kingdom hadn't been raised because the demons needed humans as play things, food, and breeding slaves. To a demon humans were short lived and with leaving the kingdom alive it served three purposes.
Thread: Fall of a knight (Mex Eternally Chaotic)

Everything seemed to happen so fast As the Minotaur raised him off the ground his new body flailing as it tried to fight back. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt him get ready to try and force his monster cock into Marcus's new body. Then the grip seemed to lessen and he heard a familiar sound from all his years in combat and that was the gurgling of your own blood. He looked around surprised to see that the Nyx was the one who had slayed the beast saving him from a certain death by being raped. Though he was confused as he fell to the floor rather ungracefully. As he picked himself up he only listened as the masked creature cleared things up for him. It confirmed what the king had said and that these were being who only strive to get more power thus lessen those above them. It made since that the punishment for touching a royal item was high as anything less would be seen as weakness. Thanks I guess though I doubt you did that out of the kindness of you're heart. I'm gonna take a stab and say you're responsible for me until i'm delivered. Marcus said with no sincerity in his voice. He tried to lag behind as he didn't want to be so close to this creature even if it did protect him it was still wasn't something he would consider a friend. The name drops did give him a scope of how big the royal demon family ran as he had heard those names before but knew nothing else about them. The last part hit him hard as his entire race was mocked as the demon told him they were seen as cattle. He did have a point as the ambushes were really just an annoyance on the human side and clearly they had the power to storm the castle if they wanted to. Though he didn't want to say he was right the long pause spoke volumes showing that the demon was right.One day we will no longer be cattle even now more are joining up to stop your kind.Marcus quipped back his optimism still high despite what he had been through