The leader of the gang looked up at the man, his eyes bloodshot and burning with rage. "Ooh da 'ell are you?" He hollers as his surviving buddies pick him up off the floor. He stumbles as he stands still clutching his injured eye. He spits blood from his mouth and glares at the armored man...
the orcs spied the large frame of the man's armor. Sitting as relaxed as he was in his seat. The pungent smell of ale in the air wrapping the whole scenario in an almost warm haze. Despite this, the feel of the situation tensed again as the group approached. The largest Orc put a hand on his...
the Armored man strides in behind you, the bar growing quiet for a just a moment as heads turn to look at the strange man as he enters the establishment before gradually resuming in the festivities. he follows you to the small table in the back corner of the room and, heavy metal armor clanking...
Despite the lateness of the hour the Town seems very much alive. the heat of the many forges displaces the cool night air. the very night itself seems abuzz with loud and raukus conversation from the many burly dwarves who've set down for a drink, discussing work and techniques. the Air smells...
the tall man adjusts his gauntlets, the plates clattering against each other as he shifts inside his armor. "boy." he says, his voice heavy, but silky and regal. "if you intend to follow me, know that I will not make any efforts to keep you out of harms way, you chose this path, and now you must...
The Man stops and you feel his gaze land upon your soul. you feel uncertain as to weather or not following this man will be the end of you. but he does not turn to address your presence. a chill runs down your spine. he does not slow his pace and as you follow him you see the flickering lights...
the man disappears into the distance, flicking the blood off his sword and casually sheathing it. It's his indifference, his indifference is the most maddening part. He doesn't see you as a threat, or even as a nuisance. he sees you as nothing. The blood of your parents drips from your hands and...
"This?" the tall man sighs, "this is the one who is to be my worthy opponent?"
his long, keen, blade touches your chin, lifting your head so as to get a better look at your face.
you stare back at the man who murdered your family, his gaunt features portraying his cold demeanor and cruel...
sorry i didnt see this post earlier: it would run more like a DnD campaign where there is no dice involved, where i would tell the story and the other person would narrate their own characters actions. we would agree in the ooc chat to what extent of puppeting of another's characters. for...
sorry, i just realized that the original thread might have been in the wrong section.
Im looking for a mature person to RP with, I have a (what i think) pretty neat idea for a story regarding revenge against a demigod known as the blade king.
This is an idea for an RP i had while outside for...