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Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

I have no idea who this Dracula is, Svein growls as he pulls the little knives out. Glaring at the man and his fancy dance and whip, it was a different weapon that Svein was used to fighting, but it was not that difficult. But I know a little prancing pony when I see one. Svein moved forward, the thick layers of fur that had served as his armor also slowed him a bit, that he knew but accepted it as a price for its protection. Now he was close to Simon and Svein thrust the ax's at him, swinging down to slice at Simon's calves. Simon moved aside quickly, each ax swing striking air, or the ground. Each one infuriating Svein further. Beginning to curse in Norse and growling louder and louder the blood from the knives making him lose control Svein launched himself on Simon. Ax swing after ax swing, as they closed Svein swing his head, a foot, even a leg at Simon. His entire body a weapon Svein closed and swung, his hands and feet striking air as much as each ax. Simon looked at the enraged viking placidly, the dance around the arena ending before it was begun. Only the stubbornness of Svein prolonged it all. At the end as Svein was ranting, striking, and growling it only took one swing of the whip, that coiled around the neck. Pulling the man back as Simon punched once, and hard, into the face. Svein felt the blow before he noticed the hand was coming towards his face. The blackness that descended over his eyes came quickly, a slight pain before everything blacked out and the large body dropped to his knees. A low moan escaped his lips as Svein dropped the ax's, the clang of the blades echoed in the arena. The silence of expectation as the body fell forward slowly, as if time slowed for that one instant. Then the arena erupted in cheers. Two fur clad men came out and pulled Svein away, each of the men taking an ax in one hand, and Svein in the other, dragging the huge body outside as the crowd cheered for Simon.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

A man begins to move toward the center of the arena, dressed in a noble's outfit from the 1800s, a red blazer, white pants, a silk undershirt, white gloves, and a black top hat. As he moved, the man takes no steps, but instead hovers inches above the sandy ground. Being a traveler of time, I am strictly forbidden to meddle in any affairs related to destiny. However, I have heard that this competition is held with nothing at stake, so let the next apponent be me. He reaches into thin air and pulls out a time appropriate rapier from another dimension and holds it in a proper stance, wiggling his nostrils along with his blonde mustache while doing so. There is no threat here people, I'm here for the sport of it.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Cnut walked in to the arena as if he owned it already. Slim form, rippling with muscles, under the thick leather jerkin and breeches. Arms glittering with rings of silver and gold, the colors of which matched his long hair and beard. Long steps brought him close and around Saint Germain, the wary eyes of the viking glittering in the arena as Cnut held his long blade, Ice-Spite at the ready. Your dress is odd, Cnut was unsure if this man was a fool or something else. If a fool, soon to be a dead one. If not, then it may be an interesting fight. Walking around, eyes probing the man's clothes for anything that Cnut may need to worry about. Sensing about the man, from stance or movement how good a swordsman he would be. They stood roughly about the same height, with arms that looked to reach about the same. The other sword was thin and weak looking, but the confidence in Saint Germain's eyes spoke more about it than the form. A swing out to meet blades confirmed it. Swiftly Cnut moved, his feet moving him around Saint Germain while his arm and Ice-Spite moved to swing, thrust and parry in a blur. All of which Saint Germain met. Very good, Cnut answered him with the same confidence, let's see how well you bleed though. Thrusting forward Ice-Spite moved gracefully, the long sword was supremely balanced. A work of beauty, and a tool of war. The perfect sword for him, long and graceful, a strength in their core. Cnut moved swiftly and silently on the floor of the arena, enjoying with a slight smile under his mustache and long beard. The metal blades met and sang in a swift arc of protest as the men fought, their bodies slow but their arms moving with a speed and grace unmatched in the previous matches.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

The two blades repeatedly clang, Ice Spite rams into Saint Germain's unnamed weapon as Saint Germain uses his rapier to guard in an almost flawless fashion. To no avail as the attacks of Saint Germain are guarded equally as well. Each fighter has knowledge and experience with their weapon to keep the other from making a decisive strike, and to keep each other on their toes. Seemingly this fight would end as a battle of stamina, but that doesn't seem good enough for the traverser of time. As Saint Germain bounces off of Ice Spite with the rapier a final time, landing in a weightless pose floating just above the sand floor I had hoped for this to be a fair fight...but I'm kind of a sore loser.... Saint Germain's body dissipates into the air and after a few moments of confusion, he reappears at a random side of Cnut in the midst of another strike. This repeats a few times, Cnut is quick enough to keep up with Saint Germain's widened dimension of attack, but just barely, and there is apparently a limit to Saint Germain's ability in those otherworldly movement as he has to stop. Cnut is kept sharp as Saint Germain randomly and occasionally moves in that same fashion to attack.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Cnut watches as Saint Germain vanishes in the blink of an eye, to appear off to his side. The thin blade, stronger than he first suspected, is able to keep up with Ice-Spite. Not something he had seen in many years. It was a fight, and a good one to revel in. Enjoying the competition, his senses heightened and alert as the man vanished and reappeared to his side of behind. Almost sensing when the man would disappear Cnut defended himself and scanned about him quickly, knowing he would only have moments to react. No need to be a sore loser, Cnut answered bravely, knowing the battle could not continue like this. Even his own brow was beginning to glisten with sweat in the heat of the day. Just don't lose, he chided the man. Sliding Ice-Spite down low when the man appeared, trying to get under the guard of the blade. It did not help, Cnut knew it could not continue, even he was beginning to tire of the endless strikes parried and defended. As Saint Germain appeared behind after vanishing Cnut launched himself and the blade at the man. Seeking to gain purchase with one or the other, either the blade would strike home, or his fist. Quickly closing the distance Cnut grinning, knowing that even if he took the other's blade it would be worth the strike. One did not fear death, and to arrive in Valhalla with a sword in his hand, blood on its edge, that would be a victory worth singing about. Let's end this, Cnut yelled as he came close to Saint Germain fist and blade striking at the figure. Quick feet underneath him as Cnut could smell the sweat and something else on the man.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Saint Germain had made a split second decision and moves his rapier to slice Cnut's shoulder as the fist lunges at him, the shoulder that is carrying Ice-Spite. Saint Germain's obvious choice to avoid the blade leaves him to accept the unavoidable strike of the fist, but not before Saint Germain cut Cnut's shoulder, Saint Germain had been gambling that Cnut wouldn't go for it, but he apparently lost the bet. Saint Germain take the fist right in the jaw, that spins his body in a half circle and puts him in a daze. Though Saint Germain had taken punches before, he had never expected the absurd strength of Cnut. Taking advantage of Saint Germain's complete lack of guard, Cnut switches sword arms and pushes Ice-Spite through Saint Germain's abdomen, revealing the first bloodthirsty sentiment of the day. Although it is frowned upon to kill in these fights it is not against the rules. The well dressed man drops to his knees to accept his final breaths, his top hat falls to the sand as he watches Cnut sit down to rest. At the very least, I hope you had the fun you were looking for says Cnut. On the contrary... Saint Germain struggles to put on his hat and coughs up blood It's far from over...now time reverse Saint Germain's wounds disappear and he rises to his feet, pointing his rapier toward you.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

As Cnut watched the man take his sword, through the stomach, Ice-Spite's point coming out the other side, the fight seemed over. Cnut had never lost, and no one had every walked away, Ice-Spite had drawn so many souls into its blade that he had lost count. Now another was within the steel, satisfied that he had won Cnut stepped back watching the blood trail down to the point. The river of blood slowly trailed down the edge of his blade, like so many before, Cnut smiled and took a deep breath unsure of how much longer he could have gone on. When Saint Germain stood, taking the odd hat and wearing it again, the wounds and blood disappearing Cnut felt at first cheated, then fear. Cheated of the hard won fight, of whatever this contest was about, he was no longer a part of it. Fear for this enemy that could come back from a death thrust, and calmly prepare to face Cnut again. As his limbs trembled he shouted to cover his deepest emotions, it did not matter. The shout covered nothing, as the slim blade met Ice-Spite again. Cnut had nothing left to give, it was only a few sword thrusts before Cnut felt himself fall, his own blood trickling out from innumerable slices and stabs, to soak into the dry ground of the arena. Winner, Saint Germain, a voice called out as Cnut felt his vision darken and fade. A slow sensation of earth moved beneath him as he felt himself wrapped in the sweet embrace of oblivion, his eyes closing in the bright sun that had faded to night in his eyes. Richard Sharpe looked out on the arena, growing up in the slums of London he knew an arena when he saw one. The tell tale trails of blood were enough of an indicator, but it was the air that said it more than anything. That sense of expectation, like the air before a thunderstorm when it felt as if the world was in a lull. Stepping into the light the long barreled musket held ready and primed before him, the heavy calvary sword at his hip. The only comfort he had in this strange place was the green coat and uniform of the 95th rifles, a member of the King's Sharpshooters. Warily he stepped into the arena the rifle ready, a quick mental check of his powder horn, pouch of cartridges and the familiar heft of his rifle.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Time reverse and Cnut is revitalized. Saint Germain drops on one knee and his nose drips with blood I cannot mess with another man's destiny...not too sure how much longer I could've kept that up anyway...keep it up, and good luck with Dracula. Saint Germain gets up, tips his hat to you, and disappears through a dimensional rift. A man in a blue suit of armor who calls himself the blue knight, steps into the arena. The crowds in the bleachers boo as this imitation blue knight walks out into the arena. He pierces the sharp edge of his triangular shield into the ground and rests against with his broad sword over his shoulders. This man's armor, shield, and sword are all one, and can transform into other weapons. Ready when you are, Richard Sharp seeing your gunpowder device that he is vaguely familiar with the concept of from his time spent traveling the world, deems it a bad idea to charge him.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Richard looked at the man in the armor. His eyebrow rose in slight confusion. He'd certainly seen armor like that before, mostly in the few manor homes he'd been into during the war, and he' heard about them in museums. Not that gutter trash like him would ever be welcome in a museum, but ti see someone wearing it was odd. He was sure the bullet would go through, the few times men had worn a cuirass, officers mostly, the bullets still went through. Pacing the arena Richard though he might get off two or three shots with the rifle before the other man closed. He was fast, but the man could be faster than he looked. Grim faced he watched as the man put the shield in the ground, the heavy sword in hand, then waited for Richard to make the first move. Walking back and forth Richard decided he might as well begin. The rifle hung loose before him he walked to and fro, his eyes squinting from the glare of the sun above. Feeling its heat through the thick woolen coat, opening his collar slightly to let the dampness out as he in one motion brought the fun up, kneeled, with an instinct honed on the battlefields of Spain and France the gun came up and fired. Instantly his vision was blocked as the powder exploded, he felt the lurch as the bullet left the muzzle of the gun. Without worry he stepped aside, already pulling out the cartridge, ripping it apart with his teeth, tasting the salt of the gunpowder in his mouth as the tap loaded the gun, ineffective for a long shot but the man would close and it would be enough. Stepping aside as he loaded the gun stepped outside the sour smoked raising the rifle again as he looked across at the knight to see if the shot had made him more, of if he'd hit the shoulder that was his aim.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

The Blue Knight reaches beneath the hinges of his shoulder armor and pulls out a multi layered alloy plate that had absorbed the bullet. His armor, except for his boots, kneecaps, shoulderpads, along with his sword, shield, and the alloy plate all meld together into a long alloy spear. The head of the spear has two blades in the middle for piercing, and two shorter blades on the outside that sit in an outward curve, the wood of the spear is replaced with alloy. The Knight wears a black silk cloak and his face is not quite human. Taking advantage of the time it would take to reload, he sprints toward Richard and stops a few feet out of range with his spear. The imposter knight slowly steps around Richard, studying him. The knight twirls the spear above his head, gracefully into a double-handed grip with the spear held vertically above his head. He slams the head of the spear onto the ground with such force that Richard is launched back, Richard reaches his arms back to catch himself and flip onto his feet. The suprising force of the knight's weapon had caused Richard to drop his projectile weapon. No one is that strong, there has to be a trick to this. As the knight bends to lift the spear, he reveals a reversed cross on his back.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

Richard knew the rifle was lost, at close range it was more effective as a club unless it was primed and with the knight close by there was no chance of that. Pulling the heavy cavalry sword out stood holding it before him as a shield, it was large and bulky, a clumsy weapon in his hands but he had the instincts of a street brawler honed in the gutters of London. He also took chances, ones that no sane man would do. That surprise trick had brought him close to death numerous times, but he was still here, strong and tough. He knew how to handle the blade, there was little finesse with it, the blade was made to be swung from a horse like a cleaver against running infantrymen, like himself, but it was an effective cleaver in his own. Looking at the cross on the man's back narrowed his eyes in thought, odd, to have something like that. He thought. Though the whole arena seemed odd to him, he'd only taken a turn in an alley after entering yet another ruined Spanish city, and here he was. Never one to stand back from a fight he rushed forward, swinging the huge blade down to chop the knight. The spear caught the huge blade, stopping his swing, his shoulders shook from the shock. The pain raced up his arms as the force rushed back through him. A yell and he pushed, the knight stepping back as Richard let his anger take hold, pushing and jabbing with the huge blade. The strain of it held by tight muscles across his back that echoed his scream by a burning pain across his shoulders that added fuel to his own swings. The two of them meeting and slamming blades against each other, the spear jabbed but knocked aside by the huge sword. Richard kept it moving, hacking, cutting, jabbing. Each motion moved the sword between them, using its weight as leverage to push the knight back and look for an opening to use its point or edge to strike.
Thread: Bernard Cornwell vs Castlevania (Pana & Boyo)

The knight remains collected as he struggles to keep up with Richard's rage. No opening could be found by the knight that wasn't a gamble, so he goes for it and thrusts a kick into Richard's stomach. The kick was meant to push Richard onto his ass but only pushes him a few yards back and causes him to nearly lose balance. Suprisingly, the knight finds that his leg is still attached to him, he takes a few steps back as Richard regains his balance. Just as Richard starts to run back to the knight, the imposter hurls the spear in a long, space clearing swing, nearly catching Richard if it weren't for his animal like reflexes. Flowing into the next attack, the imposter takes two steps foward while turning the entirity of the spear 360 degrees vertically, ending with the blade being brought straight down forcefully. A sidestep by Richard and Richard goes for the same type of overhead strike before the imposter has a chance to pick up his weapon. An unexpected clang is heard as the calvary sword is knocked back by the opposite end of the spear, followed by a double space clearing swing before Richard can maintain a grip on his sword, forcing him to back out of range. The knight tries hard to keep Richard away from the rifle.
Thread: Adventure and sexy teasing wanted! Warriors/knights/rogues come in!

Don't know what made me decide to browse today, even though I registered quite some time ago but never really looked before now. Glad I did, though. If you're looking for a person who can write with you given your desires above, I'm happy to discuss things further with you. I like writing long stories the last one I finished with a writing partner took a year - posting almost daily - to complete, with good plot and characterisation. Like You, I enjoy a story with sex, not sex with some story thrown in. I like my story-world to live, to the point where I'm given to drawing maps and detailing cities religions and climate. If that sounds like something you'd be happy writing with, then I'm happy to hear from you and we can start planning a story together.
Thread: Adventure and sexy teasing wanted! Warriors/knights/rogues come in!

Sounds extremely interesting as well as sothing I'm not surr I'd have the time for...
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Heh...my posting almost daily was an averaging, not a rule. All said and done, that last story did average close to a post a day from both myself and my partner at the time, but she and I were also given to the machinations of Real Life...so a post a day is not something I'm going to demand or require. In any case...PM sent.
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Bumps!
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so are you willing to use elven characters in some of your fantasy settings?
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Sure I do not mind classical fantasy or urban fantasy races that are not fully human but maybe humanoids...
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Up! I've added pics as visual references
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Bumping for minor changes
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Bump! Anyone interested in a story that is not simply high fantasy or common tropes??
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Closed for now so I don't get overwhelmed and flooded! XD
Thread: Once Upon a Dream... (comments welcome)

The past few days I have been getting into deep conversation with some profound individuals here on Blue Moon. I had a moment today reflecting on my life and the paths and journeys Ive take and still have to takeand it dawned on me that my rps are like dreams. Back in the day a friend of mine and I use to refer to rping as dreams. We use to say Ready to dream? or What are you dreaming today? to refer to an RP we were plotting or something we were already working on. Sadly that friend has passed, although no longer in this realm I still hold her words dear to me. She was a huge inspiration to me and my creative energy. Although I might not refer to my Rps as dreams to my current partners I sure feel that they are dreams shared by two compelling souls. Driving the force of their characters to life like tidal waves in the sea. Going in the ebb and flow of the vast ocean to far off lands where the imagination is a living breathing entity. I dedicate this song to the people I share with here on Blue Moon. To the people I no longer RP with, the ones that I love in a degree unimaginable even by the very characters we create. And most of all, Thank you for your wordsbecause without themthis world would be a much emptier place. videoyoutube
Thread: Once Upon a Dream... (comments welcome)

You know you have been on Facebook too damn long when you search for a like button
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Beautiful just like you!
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blushes thank you!
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Maybe I should create a thread just to interview you!
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hehehehe I thought you hated Blue moon!?
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Hate is a strong word Gigi. I don't want to get sucked in by another site. I'm happy with my rp set up now!!! Dont need to mess it up! But I'm sure if I got enough request I'd set it up. wicked grin
Thread: Once Upon a Dream... (comments welcome)

Only you Sol...only you! I'm glad you admitted to not wanting to get sucked in by this site! ehem Anyway I sent my post so you'll have a lot of plotting and scheming to do!
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Ehem whatever!!! Lol Oh nice!!! Going to read it. Still will consider interviewing your ass if I get enough requests!!! Signing of....and I love you...you're the best!
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sticks tongue out at you Love you too...now get out of my thread!
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Falls off chair laughing
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How you feeling now? LOL
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Mmm...lips quivering now!!!
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Yeah I bet your a frothy mess now! LOL
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I'm laughing so hard I'm snorting! LOL
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Hahahahaha I can so picture you!!!