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Post by M@X on Jun 25, 2006 9:23:27 GMT -5
I will do what I *always* do and suggest a One Piece thread. Of course, noone will agree, so I'll go try to think of a normal plot.
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Post by M@X on Jun 28, 2006 8:30:58 GMT -5
OOC: *To Ikano* I object! Foxes/Wolves, whether demons or no, are the most cheesy and overused characters!
Mouda: Die! *Throws a boulder at Dawn and Ali*
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Post by M@X on Jun 25, 2006 9:20:57 GMT -5
OOC, Simulacrum & Mouda: Pathetic, no self-control whatsoever. How is it even remotely possible to be attracted to any of that filth?
Sebastian: Okay, the simulacrum I can understand, but it's really creepy when you two talk in chorus like that.
OOC, Simulacrum & Mouda: Didn't you just die?
Sebastian: (To everyone) See what I mean? No, I was close to dying, but I asked that friendly healer over there to heal me.
OOC: Lies. I have no healer characters!
Valyghar: Guess who's back!
OOC: I stopped playing WoW months ago. Mouda, kill him.
Mouda: Certainly.
Valyghar: You can't! I have my holy bubble to protect me.
OOC: How can a drunk get the holy light to work, anyway? Ah, well. Simulacrum, cast dispel.
Simulacrum: :Casts Dispel:
Valyghar: *Shield of unnecessary invincibility disappears.* Holy crap!
Mouda: *Breaks Val in two.* Call it desecrated crap from now on.
Sebastian: That's a really lame punchline... but who cares? *Turns around* Ladies, I'm back! (Never mention that the other guy disappeared.)
Mouda: May I throw boulders at them, sir?
OOC: Not that it's humorous, but go ahead.
Mouda: *Picks up a boulder and aims for the thread.*
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Post by M@X on May 23, 2006 4:41:17 GMT -5
Shiroto: Ladies! The desert is endless, there's enough for everyone! *To Korrigan* You need not be jealous, baby, you can come too!
OOC: Don't do this to me...
Sebastian: Hey! What about me? I'm still a vi- Eh, I mean, save a chick for me!
OOC: Mouda, could you kill them for me?
Mouda: Why, certainy, master. Your will is my command. *Throws a punch at Sebastian, the punch goes right through and makes a hole in the floor.*
Sebastian: Nuhnuh-nuhnuhnuh, can't touch me!
OOC: I knew I'd forgotten something. *Sprays Sebastian with water*
Mouda: *Pokes Sebastian in the spleen, Sebastian falls*
Sebastian: *Sprawled on the floor* Ouwouw, the pain and the suffering and the harmful punching of my organs! Someone, take pity on me! Especially if you're a lookie!
Mouda: Shall I punch him again, master-sama?
OOC: Nah, he won't be getting any girls like that... I think... Anyway, take care of Shiroto now.
Mouda: Shiroto, thy haircut doth not look very good.
Shiroto: *Breakes down crying.*
OOC: Are all my characters******s?
Maxwell: Yes, you want to be a non-conformist, remember?
OOC: Screw you! Everyone wants to be a non-conformist! I'm not like other people!
Maxwell: I'm you, but you're still stupider than I am.
OOC: ...You need to die. How come I'm getting all the boring lines, anyway?
Maxwell: Cuz you're a feeble-minded idiot who couldn't write a proper script if your life was on the line.
OOC: Yeah, that must be it.
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Post by M@X on May 21, 2006 14:36:09 GMT -5
OOC: Can I try, too?
Maxwell: No, you can't. Shut up, sit still, and draw me something to eat.
OOC: Oh, yeah? Huh? Huh? I drew you on a piece of paper! If I flexed my muscles, the change in air pressure could send you flying!
Maxwell: ...IC I'm still twice your size.
OOC: Oh, yeah? *Holds up an eraser* That can be fixed.
Maxwell: Darn...
Sebastian: Yeah, that's right, you fat slob! Show him, creator-dude! Hey, wait.. you're a fat slob, too!
OOC: Hey, that's rude! I just lost ten kilos...
Sebastian: Whoop-dee-doe! Just three tonnes to go!
OOC: ...
Shiroto: Your shapeless corpulence aside, your excellence, where are the chicks here? You've only made male characters! *Leans towards Eve* Hey, babe, how about you and I find somewhere private, and I'll show you how hot the desert really gets, huh?
Mouda: Shiroto, we must not make demands of our creator. He has honoured us by bringing us into this world (even if he forgot my name and had to think of a new one.) and we should honour him by obeying his wishes in respectful silence.
OOC: But that's not humorous!
Mouda: You can't get everything. *Shrugs*
A.I.R.: I want some black pudding! Now where's my poodle?
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Aug 29, 2005 8:26:54 GMT -5
Post by M@X on Aug 29, 2005 8:26:54 GMT -5
A "bit" .... Y'know, most people don't even bother to welcome new members... Well, thanks anyway, it's always nice to feel needed/wanted (I know it's one of these )
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Aug 28, 2005 23:03:16 GMT -5
Post by M@X on Aug 28, 2005 23:03:16 GMT -5
Oww... demons are pounding the inside of my skull with large mallets. But, didn't I already start an RP? I could've sworn that I did... I hafta check. Anyway, thank you all for the warm welcome, I suppose.
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Aug 27, 2005 13:48:14 GMT -5
Post by M@X on Aug 27, 2005 13:48:14 GMT -5
Well... I was looking around for an RP site and found this. What else could I do than join? Please excuse my lacking english skill, I'm swedish.
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Post by M@X on Jun 25, 2006 9:31:38 GMT -5
OOC: Need a villain?
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Post by M@X on Apr 9, 2006 15:08:26 GMT -5
((Reckon there's any point in joining?))
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Post by M@X on Sept 18, 2005 3:57:12 GMT -5
(OOC: Ooooooh, you've got him going now. This is gonna be fun. Please note that if you start fighting, we will all be very much dead, if I estimate your trio's strenght correctly. And yes, note that Edgard talks to himself. When he does, I will use brackets. You can hear him do it.)
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Edgard's expression did not change, even for a split second. He looked tremendously bored. "(*Sigh*, these stupid monkeys cannot even follow orders, can they?)" Edwin said to himself, loud and clear. "Very well. I am Edgard Odesseiron. You simians may refer to me merely as "Sir" if you wish a less... syllable extensive workout." He continued with a snide look. "You. Work for me. Clear? I have no time for snotty monkeys. I, or rather... "We", have to get to the eastern gates with all possible speed, preferably faster. Any further mindless inquiries, or have I satisfied your curiosity enough for us to be able to move from this place?" As an afterthought, he said; "Oh, yes. There was a question of greed, aswell.", and reached into his crimson robes, producing three fist-sized bags of lions. (The hexagonical golden coins used as currency in the lands of Faerûn.) With a casual flick of his hand, the bags soared through the air and came to skidding stops on the tables nearestt to each of the women. "Now that I have temporarily sated your greed, might we now move from this place? (Greedy monkeys... more trouble than they are worth, is this what I wasted a precious hour for?)" Edgard said in a resignated tone of voice, turning toward the door.
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Post by M@X on Sept 17, 2005 6:31:31 GMT -5
(OOC: Ok, here it comes. Will you please delete all that foreign languages stuff?)
An hour passed, and viewing the near-empty inn through the imp's eyes, Edgard's desperation was mounting. Three girls! Three little girls was all that had answered his call for adventurers. Edgard almost jumped out of the window in sheer panic; this was certainly not going as planned. Urged on by his fear as he was, he decided not to wait any longer and ended the mental link. He started for the door out of the room. "I have not the time to wait for more, they will have to do. Perhaps I can hold them out in front of me if I am attacked by magic missiles." Edgard thought, but could not find the strenght to laugh at his own joke. Two steps brought him to the next door, where he slammed his fist into the wood, yelling. "Blenek!"
"Aye?" A dark, dwarvish voice came from inside the room, and Edgard's nose wrinkled at the smell that welled out from the chinks around the door. He suddenly thought that it had been worth the money to get the dwarf a room of his own. "We leave, now!" Edgard said, slamming his fist into the ashen door once again. "Aye, aye.... Keep yer greaves on! Crazy wizard..." Came the gruff voice once again. A grating sound was heard, and soon the door opened. The stench was so immense that the mage stumbled backwards, nearly tripping on his red robes.
In the doorway stood a black-bearded, muscular dwarf, in what could hardly be described as shining armour. It covered most of his wide body, and was complete with a helm. The part covering his torso and abdomen seemed to consist entirely of ridges, sharp and covered with substances that clearly belonged inside something. Long, steel spikes protruded from his kneepads, elbows, shoulderpads, knuckles and shoes, also covered with an unidentifiable mix of blood and pieces of dead meat. But the deadliest part of the armour was clearly the helmet spike, measuring half the lenght of the dwarf himself, and obviously a dangerous weapon, seeing as it was the bloodiest part of the entire set. The dwarf's black beard had a reddish tinge to it, and was filled with bread crums, some of which were green with mould, and his black eyes peered at the wizard.
"Well, are ye fer tellin' *where* we're goin'?" Blenek asked, in typical dwarven accent. "Out of the city, and that is all you need know for now, Blenek. But we have business to attend to downstairs before anything else." Came the reply as the mage turned to walk down the stairs, followed by a muttering dwarf.
Upon their descent to the lower level of the inn, most people moved a little farther from the stinking dwarf and his companion. Thanks to the imp, however, Edgard knew exactly who he was looking for, and approached the women. The imp's wings fluttered as it landed on it's master's shoulder, ending the concealment spells. Edgard stepped in front of the girls, regarding them with obvious mistrust and disrespect. "Rise, we're departing this instant." Was the only explanation he gave, arrogant as ever. Blenek followed toward the door without a word, all too used to his employer's egocentric and arrogant behaviour.
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Post by M@X on Sept 13, 2005 11:29:50 GMT -5
((Yo, I already added that, it's farther upwards... I'd really appreciate if you had your char tell Sadria to sit down and shut up, since she's gonna get to wait for a while longer
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Post by M@X on Sept 9, 2005 1:24:12 GMT -5
OOC: Here comes the continuation of the RP from another board, do not delete!
IC:
A short, rouge with a brown hood shadowing her face stepped through the door to the tavern. She stood and observed the tavern with unseen eyes.
A small smile flitted across her features and she walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, her quiet, feminine voice hovering through the air with an odd elegance.
She took her glass and sat facing the rest of the tavern, still observing it silently. She carefully let her senses test around her to find if anyone was there who didn't want to be seen.
She sensed the Imp nearby. Hmm, a familiar? Interesting... she thought to herself, taking a sip of her drink.
Upon seeing the Tiefling enter, the Imp shifted nervously. Tieflings... you never knew when it came to these... It enacted a silence spell, sincerely hoping that it would be enough protection, since no two tieflings were the same. The thought of the punishment it would recieve if detected made it tremble.
Velscya felt the Imp's presence slip away from her. She simply mentally shrugged it off and continued to enjoy her drink.
A thought passed her mind of to whom this familiar belonged to, she couldn't guess what it was though.
Velscya Kept her guard up, this familiar had a master, and soon enough, she would be known about. she didn't expect a warm greeting... she never did...
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Post by M@X on Aug 27, 2005 13:45:55 GMT -5
(OOC:NOTE: This is a Forgotten Realms RP, and takes place in Faerûn. If you don't know what Faerûn is, don't worry, it doesn't matter. To keep the RP in FG spirit, and for plot reasons, please stick to what I've written below, I beg of you.
Character races from the prime material plane of existance only. I.E. No elementals, no spirits, No demons, quasi-demons or other abyssal creatures. And no undead, made up races(This also includes races that are not widely used in fantasy books, unless they are used in the FG books/games, of course) or half-demons either. All of the above, except half-demons and made up races, are acceptable as summons, but not as constantly active RP characters. (Except for weaker demons or quasi-demons, which are acceptable as familiars, but only one per wizardly character.) All races of the prime material plane not mentioned above are acceptable, as long as you are able to RP them and aren't overpowering. Oh, yes, and please, no animéish stuff(Including having japanese names), act medieval, or Forgotten realmish, if you have any experience of the Forgotten realms, if you don't, act like it's a fantasy, which it is.) IC:
Pacing back and forth in the little room, one hand on his back, he pulled his brown goatee with the other. His face was locked in a scowl, but anyone could've seen that the reason behind the young mage's expression was not anger, but terror and desperation. A chittering snicker suddenly interrupted his incohearable mumbling. The reddish little imp had been unable to control his glee at his master's frightened visage, and had failed to keep from giggling.
As the mage turned toward it, though, it realized it's mistake and the wicked smile disappeared instantly. It's small wings fluttered in vain as a skinny hand, it's fingers adorned with all kinds of rings, shot out and grabbed the imp's throat. It gave a wimper, which was cut short by the fact that the imp was disintergrating. It looked at the mage, surprised, as it was simply being bansihed, upon which it would return to it's home in the first of the nine hells, hardly a punishment, coming from the evil mage. But the mage shook his head, released his grip on the imp and held up nine fingers, grinning wickedly. The imp tried to scream, but it's mouth was no more, and a moment later, the imp was banished to the ninth and final hell, to the torture of the waiting Balors.
Hurting the imp brought a moment of pleasure to the mage, but it quickly dissipated and he returned to his previous state of fright and desperation. He paced across the room once again, and happened to walk right in front of a full-size mirror, and upon seeing his own scowling visage, resolve returned to him. "No, I am Edgard Odesseiron, and I will NOT be defeated by the mere arcane hosttower, they will NOT catch me!" He said in a strange, Thayan accent, stood straight, and straightened his crimson robes. The robes were, in truth, those of an archmage. Upon leaving his home, he had stolen them from his mother, or rather, what he had always seen as his mother. The woman actually claimed to be his father, and, in truth, in the world of wizards, you can never be completely sure, even with things such as gender... Edgard shuddered at the thought and pushed it aside, instead going through the events that had led him to this point.
Edgard was not a reknowned mage, just like he wanted it, but that didn't matter, the hosttower knew about him anyway, and when they sent an invitation, how could he refuse? And so he had traveled here, to the port city Luskan, to see what the fabled archmages of the hosttower wanted with him. It turned out that they thought him a mage of potential, and had wanted him as one of their own. Outraged at having wasted time going to Luskan, only to find that they wanted him merely to increase their own numbers, Edgard declined and left the hosttower with as many magical relics as he could carry.
Of course they had noticed that items were missing, and no doubt had they come to the conclusion that Edgard was guilty, so now he had at most a few hours to flee the city, lest he would be fried, crushed, torn apart, melted, electrocuted, frozen and smashed, impaled, eaten by demons or whatever other tortures the wizards of the hosttower could think of, or perhaps he would spend the rest of his, in that case undeniably short life, as a guinea pig, figurative AND literal...
Edgard shuddered again, but straightened up and looked to where the imp had been. With a snap of his fingers and a command word, the imp reappeared, shaking violently, and quite a bit more humble. Edgard pointed to the door and ordered the imp out. Calling upon it's innate magical abilities, the imp became invisible and floated out through the door and down the stairs, to the first floor of the little tavern, which was empty. The imp positioned itself on the bar, still invisible, to act as his master's eyes, and inform him if anyone entered the tavern. For Edgard had magically put up notes throughout the city, calling adventurers to a treasure hunt. Of course, the real reason for the notes was to gather fodder in case agents of the hosttower were to pursue him. Of course, no name was on the posters, only the name of the tavern where they were supposed to go, "The siren's lap".
Upstairs, in his room, Edgard was preparing contingencies for the journey ahed of him.
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