salamaqa0
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The rain had come when it shouldn’t have.
The desert air had been dry the night before, the stars stretched wide across the sky, with not a cloud in sight. Yet when morning came, the village woke to a downpour—heavy, relentless, soaking the roads and sending merchants cursing as they scrambled to cover their goods.
A child, no older than ten, had been sent to fetch water from the well. They tugged their shawl tighter around their shoulders, bare feet slapping against the wet ground as they ran through the square—only to stop when they saw him.
A man, alone, walking through the rain.
His robe was drenched, clinging to him, his dark skin glistening with water—but he didn’t seem to mind the storm. His pace was slow, measured, like a man who had walked this path a thousand times before.
The child watched as he reached the center of the square. He lifted his hand—just slightly, as if testing the air.
And then, the rain stopped.
Not faded. Not slowed. Stopped.
The last few drops hit the ground, and then… nothing.
The child stared, wide-eyed, their heart hammering. They looked around—had no one else seen? A few merchants were still arguing over damp cloth, a man cursed at his mule, but no one was looking.
No one except him.
The man’s gaze met the child’s.
He said nothing. He simply tilted his head slightly, then raised a hand in a small, easy wave.
Then he turned and walked away, toward the temple steps. He dipped his hands into the basin of water, washing them as if nothing had happened.
The child stood frozen for a long moment.
Then, they ran.
Someone had to hear about this. Someone had to believe them.
By midday, the whispers had already begun.
And soon, people would come looking for him.
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Hey! I’m Salamaqa, thanks for reading all of that!
I’m looking for a long-term roleplay partner for a story centered around religion, mystery, politics, drama, action, and romance. I’ll be playing the man in the post above. My character will eventually claim to be a prophet, or claim to be divine. Something of the sorts. Is he a fraud? Is he crazy? Is he truly sent from the one above?
Your character can be anyone:
A skeptic who refuses to believe the rumors.
A devoted follower drawn in by whispers of miracles.
A merchant, traveler, or noble who happened to be passing through.
A ruler or authority figure who wants to control—or stop—him.
A romantic interest caught between faith, doubt, or deception.
Or anyone else that fits into the world!
This can be historical, low fantasy, or fully original, and I’m open to unexpected twists that shape the story.
What I’m Looking For:
18+ partners
Effort in writing (quality over quantity)
Good communication (if you have an idea or want to switch things up, let’s talk!)
I always lean toward romance in my roleplays, whether it's a central focus or a slow-burn thing. If you like that, even better!
If this sounds like your kind of story, send me a message! Let me know who you’d like to play and any ideas you have!
The desert air had been dry the night before, the stars stretched wide across the sky, with not a cloud in sight. Yet when morning came, the village woke to a downpour—heavy, relentless, soaking the roads and sending merchants cursing as they scrambled to cover their goods.
A child, no older than ten, had been sent to fetch water from the well. They tugged their shawl tighter around their shoulders, bare feet slapping against the wet ground as they ran through the square—only to stop when they saw him.
A man, alone, walking through the rain.
His robe was drenched, clinging to him, his dark skin glistening with water—but he didn’t seem to mind the storm. His pace was slow, measured, like a man who had walked this path a thousand times before.
The child watched as he reached the center of the square. He lifted his hand—just slightly, as if testing the air.
And then, the rain stopped.
Not faded. Not slowed. Stopped.
The last few drops hit the ground, and then… nothing.
The child stared, wide-eyed, their heart hammering. They looked around—had no one else seen? A few merchants were still arguing over damp cloth, a man cursed at his mule, but no one was looking.
No one except him.
The man’s gaze met the child’s.
He said nothing. He simply tilted his head slightly, then raised a hand in a small, easy wave.
Then he turned and walked away, toward the temple steps. He dipped his hands into the basin of water, washing them as if nothing had happened.
The child stood frozen for a long moment.
Then, they ran.
Someone had to hear about this. Someone had to believe them.
By midday, the whispers had already begun.
And soon, people would come looking for him.
------
Hey! I’m Salamaqa, thanks for reading all of that!
I’m looking for a long-term roleplay partner for a story centered around religion, mystery, politics, drama, action, and romance. I’ll be playing the man in the post above. My character will eventually claim to be a prophet, or claim to be divine. Something of the sorts. Is he a fraud? Is he crazy? Is he truly sent from the one above?
Your character can be anyone:
A skeptic who refuses to believe the rumors.
A devoted follower drawn in by whispers of miracles.
A merchant, traveler, or noble who happened to be passing through.
A ruler or authority figure who wants to control—or stop—him.
A romantic interest caught between faith, doubt, or deception.
Or anyone else that fits into the world!
This can be historical, low fantasy, or fully original, and I’m open to unexpected twists that shape the story.
What I’m Looking For:
18+ partners
Effort in writing (quality over quantity)
Good communication (if you have an idea or want to switch things up, let’s talk!)
I always lean toward romance in my roleplays, whether it's a central focus or a slow-burn thing. If you like that, even better!
If this sounds like your kind of story, send me a message! Let me know who you’d like to play and any ideas you have!
