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Introduction
"Well well, I see they dragged someone else in. Another to add to the group. What did you do? Did you do something as bad as the rest of us? Or was it a crime that you didn't commit? Was it a wrong choice? Well well, we'll just have to see...."
Plotline:
In modern times, a little town surronded by the woods, an mountain range to the north and a lake to the west, sat peacefully and content. Magic users, along with Creatures of all types, wandered the world along side humans you know. It wasn't that different in this town. Harmony was strong, and of course had its ups and downs. The royal family, who currently kept the town up and running, was even an creature themselves. So you couldn't really say anything about it.
Well that was what they thought.
A few months ago, rumors spread that someone was coming to take over. At first, people brushed it away, because, as rumors are, they are tended to be ignored. This one...was no rumor. Sure enough, not even a day after the rumor spread, the town of Shyis was attacked. People were killed, and enslaved. The prince, who at the time was the ruler, was dethroned.
And it only got worse. Very worse for the Creatures and the Magic users. Soon, the new 'ruler' made sure that every creature and magic user was enslaved or thrown in prison for no reason. Riots erupted and soon, many magicals were stuck in cells force to work horrible jobs to stay alive. Fail your job, there goes your life as well.
Now there is a second rumor spreading throughout the cells of a rebellion planning to happen. Choices came and went...ideas spread. Mostly everyone agreed, wishing to be free. Well mostly. There were those scattered creatures who didn't want to get involved. Now the question is where do you stand? For the rebellion or against it? Or are you even suggesting something out of the ordinary? The choices is yours and yours alone.
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Plotline:
In modern times, a little town surronded by the woods, an mountain range to the north and a lake to the west, sat peacefully and content. Magic users, along with Creatures of all types, wandered the world along side humans you know. It wasn't that different in this town. Harmony was strong, and of course had its ups and downs. The royal family, who currently kept the town up and running, was even an creature themselves. So you couldn't really say anything about it.
Well that was what they thought.
A few months ago, rumors spread that someone was coming to take over. At first, people brushed it away, because, as rumors are, they are tended to be ignored. This one...was no rumor. Sure enough, not even a day after the rumor spread, the town of Shyis was attacked. People were killed, and enslaved. The prince, who at the time was the ruler, was dethroned.
And it only got worse. Very worse for the Creatures and the Magic users. Soon, the new 'ruler' made sure that every creature and magic user was enslaved or thrown in prison for no reason. Riots erupted and soon, many magicals were stuck in cells force to work horrible jobs to stay alive. Fail your job, there goes your life as well.
Now there is a second rumor spreading throughout the cells of a rebellion planning to happen. Choices came and went...ideas spread. Mostly everyone agreed, wishing to be free. Well mostly. There were those scattered creatures who didn't want to get involved. Now the question is where do you stand? For the rebellion or against it? Or are you even suggesting something out of the ordinary? The choices is yours and yours alone.
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Rules
1. No powerplaying or Godmodding at all. Its just annoying and rude.
2. Obey me, the board owner, and all will be fine.
3. Have Fun, enjoy yourself.
4. Cursing, is alright, just not a lot.
5. Violence is most welcome.
6. And be literate. Make an effort on your posts! A paragraph would be nice! No one liners!
That is all. :3
2. Obey me, the board owner, and all will be fine.
3. Have Fun, enjoy yourself.
4. Cursing, is alright, just not a lot.
5. Violence is most welcome.
6. And be literate. Make an effort on your posts! A paragraph would be nice! No one liners!
That is all. :3
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Torsten Vilho-Tuuri played by rockerr69
"Ya guy's wanna break out? Cool... I was thinkin' o' takin' a 'oliday 'bout now..."
Cadwyn Hallow played by VitaminHeart
"...are you one of them? You..you don't look like one of them...the..the trees are telling me otherwise...but I don't trust them...birch trees are usually liars..."
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0 postsThe Attic
So very dark....
0 postsCell Brig
So cold
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Outside, how nice.
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OOC Notes
His feet hit the floor as he stepped outside into the daylight, looking upwards at the sky. His eyes stared at the calming day, before he breathed out a breath of annoyance. How can this be possible. Rigra dragged a hand threw his hair, leaning against the wall before sliding down to merely sit in the dirt. His arms wrapped around his legs watching everything in silence. After being here for so long, he was damn use to the rules and such. He just wanted it to end.
But no, he was 'cherished' because of how long he been here. That and he was an exiled royal of all things. With a shake of his head, he rested his chin on his knees, watching the movement around him. Eyes closing softly he breathed before he opened them again, ears twitching at the words around. "Stupid guards..." he muttered bitterly glancing at his wrists which were chained together for the third time that day. Wasn't his fault he had a violent temper, now was it?
But no, he was 'cherished' because of how long he been here. That and he was an exiled royal of all things. With a shake of his head, he rested his chin on his knees, watching the movement around him. Eyes closing softly he breathed before he opened them again, ears twitching at the words around. "Stupid guards..." he muttered bitterly glancing at his wrists which were chained together for the third time that day. Wasn't his fault he had a violent temper, now was it?
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Bodley Chronowinch had some rebels with him outside in a circle as they discussed their next move. They had to be careful of the guards walking around or it was the torture room for them. "Ok, guys I noticed by calculations and time of day this is the blind spot of most of the guards, but of course there is no way escaping over 30 foot wall in time before someone sees us", Bodley said drawing a map in the dirt with his finger. "So does anyone have any ideas how to take care of the guards or escape?", He asked the rest of the group.
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The voices near by caught his attention. His head twisted to the side as he glanced at the other who was here just about as long as he been. Bodley. The two usually didn't talk to one another. With a sigh, he shifted extending a claw a bit before he spoke, softly but loud enough. "That is rather difficult to discuss. Haven't you heard of the last attempt? It failed...miserably. Lives were lost. Are you really sure to risk another one? I mean, seriously. You should wait. Just wait." He replied watching him carefully. He huffed softly though, keeping his head on his knees. Convince him, that much he could do.
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Bodley was still discussing when that half-dragon, Rigra, intruded. "You think I don't know that, boy! It was a horrible tragedy, no doubt, but the operation was in the wrong hands. With more careful planning and pinpoint accurations we can finally accomplish what everyone has been terribly wanting! And what do you mean by wait? Wait for what? Are we just gonna stand here and wait for an army to come rescue us? I highly doubt that will happen and if you have nothing to contribute to our contradiction then don't say anything at all.", Bodley asked careful not to attract attention.
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Rigra growled in warning, moving a hand wanting to so much grab him by the collar but instead restrained himself. Barely. "Wait because there is always times of better blind spots. Listen to me well. I been here just as long as you have, 3 years. I know the blind spots, I know time slots. I can easily lead you away. All you need to do is trust me." He remarked, voice filled with venom and anger, plain and simple. He didn't like being told what not to do. He wasn't one to be thrown into solitary confinement often for no reason.
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She walked out. The dirt under her feet as she walked over to a small garden area. She bend down and started to tend to the flower beds. Pulling the weeds and perking up the flowers just as she was told to. She arrived here just over two days ago. She looked depressed, though, she had that far away look in her eyes that gave you a sense that she is thinking about escaping. Her hair was pulled back and she had her regular clothing on.
Her hair was in a messey bun as she put her hand around the end of the flower and lightly pulled her hand up. All of the sudden, the flower turned vibrant, abeautiful color and it was perky and blooming. She dug her hand deep into the soil and pulled out the weeds. She heard arguing near by but paid noattention to it. She looked up to see her day only just begun.
Her hair was in a messey bun as she put her hand around the end of the flower and lightly pulled her hand up. All of the sudden, the flower turned vibrant, abeautiful color and it was perky and blooming. She dug her hand deep into the soil and pulled out the weeds. She heard arguing near by but paid noattention to it. She looked up to see her day only just begun.
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Bodley glared at Rigra, although they seem totally different they are actually almost the same person. They both had the same hatred and same drive to stay alive and be free. "Fine, if you want to lead go ahead, I was never good at leading anyways. I was only good at planning and that's what I plan to do, and if you get any funny ideas dragon freak their just going to throw you into solitary again", Bodley said with a smirk. "Anyways wise-guy we were planning on waiting anyways because it's going to take awhile to finish building the project I have been working on", he said with a glint of mystery behind his eyes.
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The half-dragon merely shrugged his shoulders before he glared, eyes flashing. Bastard. "Ya ya, thats what they all say." He remarked flatly, dragging a hand threw his hair, tugging on the knots as the shackles clanged. His eyes glanced over watching the guards talk, noticing another new recruit before turning back to Bodley. His eyes flickered once again, showing annoyance before he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms against his chest; stretching his legs as his bare feet rested on the ground.
"Its better to take our time. Something will always turn up when you least expect it." He remarked ever so softly, eyes seeming to flicker; slightly showing his past experiences. It was a rough 3 years he spent here....
"Its better to take our time. Something will always turn up when you least expect it." He remarked ever so softly, eyes seeming to flicker; slightly showing his past experiences. It was a rough 3 years he spent here....
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The giant orc sat off to the side of the sunny courtyard and watched as the others went about their buisness. He watched the loud young man argue with the little one, and the girl tend to the flowers with delicate care. Still new, he didn't feel comfortable approaching the other prisoners just yet. But Torgrimm would keep his eyes open, he would need friends in a place like this, otherwise how would he stay sane?
And so he sat, at least for now he could enjoy the sunshine.
And so he sat, at least for now he could enjoy the sunshine.
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From what she heard, they where figuring out an escape plan. Though, from the sounds of it, one of them just wants to take it slow. She pulled some weeds out and perked up the flowers one by one. Though, as she did, her hands got dirty and such. She patted her hands together to shake the dirt off and stood. She walked over to a tree and sat down. She was taking a break no matter what... even though she had just began.
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Getting a feel for the routine wasn't hard, nor was the was the mistreatment from the guards, Mainly because the guards didn't dare get within arms reach of the behemoth. Occuping oneself however, was another story, the constant bordom was enough to drive even the most stoic men mad. He would get out of this place, he would get out even if it meant pulling the walls down with his bare hands. Torgrimm looked up again as the girl made her way across the yard to the shade of a tree. He looked back to the flowers to see they were all full of color and life. Strange, he thought to himself. It was refreshing to see a bit of beauty in such a bleak place, this girl had a unique gift. He noticed that she was looking at the large group with great interest, maybe he should listen in too, but he was much too far away for that.
Torgrimm lifted his great legs until his entire size was visible, He calmly walked to the flower patch, He looked to the girl to see if she might protest his being there. Her eyes met his with no reaction, Torgrimm gently dropped to one knee and took in the crisp smell of the wildflowers, but keeping his ears focused on the group, to his surprise, they were discussing escape plans.
Torgrimm lifted his great legs until his entire size was visible, He calmly walked to the flower patch, He looked to the girl to see if she might protest his being there. Her eyes met his with no reaction, Torgrimm gently dropped to one knee and took in the crisp smell of the wildflowers, but keeping his ears focused on the group, to his surprise, they were discussing escape plans.
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As the doors to the courtyard open there you see a man in full black leather eye around the room with his hand on his waist were you would then see a shining metal object. " EVERYONE UP!" He states as he walks around the inside of the yard accompanied by the total of four guards. All of witch are armed with a tacticanl shotgun as well as a tazer.. The clacking of his solid black boots hitting the floor for every pace. Making a walk thru a row the man notices a "victum" still sitting after being orderd to stand. "I said get up you damn swine" the man in leather states as he pulls out the metal object now identified as a gun and placeing it to the unknown mans head. Just as the unknown man turns his head a shot flares directly into him the blood that was onece being used now has no use. "The name is Comander DAMIAN THROWER and you WILL do as i say!" yelling out of the room as he once again holsters his gun. He then returnes to his duity of pacing inside the court.
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And then he showed up. How fun. Rigra glared at the commander, leaning back against the wall once again. Sure he probably should stand to his feet, but what was the point? With a shake of his head, the male stood just enough before he leaned back watching him carefully. His claws tapped onto his arm as he crossed them, his other foot against the wall. He kept silent though, completely silent. For the time being of course. After so long being here, these rituals were just the same thing. The half dragon lightly chuckled to himself, a smirk escaping his lips. Oh this was going to be so very fun.
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"Torsten Vilho-Tuuri, please step out of the cell." A guard called out at the solid metal door, gripping his weapon tightly, a bead of sweat was meandering down his brow.
There was a click as the lock deactivated, and the door swung open a fraction. It' creaked as it opened outwards. A wave of hot air burst from the cell.
"'Ey lads, thought ma confinement was ova' yestaday..." A coarse voice muttered from the cell. Standing in the doorway, untouched by the head, was a short man, scarred, shaved, with tattoo's covering each arm, though his fore-arm tattoos were blocked from view by the various shackles and seals in place to block out his magic powers. The guard ripped his eyes away from the graphic images covering the man's body before he was sick. He'd learned that much from the last time he'd seen this man.
"You must've lost count o' tha days in that cell o' yours... It's been four months already..." The guard responded, "Now c'mon, I don't wanna be around ya as much as ya don't wanna be around me."
The guard motioned his head, indicating it was time for Torsten to step forth from the cell. He eyed the inmate warily, four months in solitary confinement was enough to make anyone a little crazy, but this guy didn't even seem phased... But that might be because he was already cracked...
"Sooo... Wha' day is it?" Torsten quizzed, trying to start some small talk. The guard didn't take the bait.
"Fine then ya prick..." Torsen pouted, and began walking towards the yard, feeling the need for fresh air.
He stepped out into the yard and looked around, It looked a little more crowded than the last time he'd been out. He gazed around, a little taken aback, hoping to glean some sort of explanation for the sudden increase in inmates through his eyes alone...
There was a click as the lock deactivated, and the door swung open a fraction. It' creaked as it opened outwards. A wave of hot air burst from the cell.
"'Ey lads, thought ma confinement was ova' yestaday..." A coarse voice muttered from the cell. Standing in the doorway, untouched by the head, was a short man, scarred, shaved, with tattoo's covering each arm, though his fore-arm tattoos were blocked from view by the various shackles and seals in place to block out his magic powers. The guard ripped his eyes away from the graphic images covering the man's body before he was sick. He'd learned that much from the last time he'd seen this man.
"You must've lost count o' tha days in that cell o' yours... It's been four months already..." The guard responded, "Now c'mon, I don't wanna be around ya as much as ya don't wanna be around me."
The guard motioned his head, indicating it was time for Torsten to step forth from the cell. He eyed the inmate warily, four months in solitary confinement was enough to make anyone a little crazy, but this guy didn't even seem phased... But that might be because he was already cracked...
"Sooo... Wha' day is it?" Torsten quizzed, trying to start some small talk. The guard didn't take the bait.
"Fine then ya prick..." Torsen pouted, and began walking towards the yard, feeling the need for fresh air.
He stepped out into the yard and looked around, It looked a little more crowded than the last time he'd been out. He gazed around, a little taken aback, hoping to glean some sort of explanation for the sudden increase in inmates through his eyes alone...
OOC Notes
As the small dark-skinned man entered the room he rose slowly, He was the 'Warden' and the man who had tortured Torgrimm his first day here. He watched as the small one ruthlessly killed one of the defiant prisoners, he felt a violent rage build up inside of him. He wanted so badly to crush the small man where he stood, but by doing so he would be quickly overwhelmed and killed by the many guards who roamed the prison. The man was smart and kept many guards with him at all times and wasn't one to be underestimated, so Torgrimm kept his hands down and his mouth shut.
When the Warden stopped talking. Torgrimm took his seat once again in the patch of flowers, not trying to hide the fact that he was watching the small one with a hatred burning in his large white eyes.
When the Warden stopped talking. Torgrimm took his seat once again in the patch of flowers, not trying to hide the fact that he was watching the small one with a hatred burning in his large white eyes.
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Hell, this is hell....
A bluish grey aura filled one of the cells. On the floor, a dusty pendant. Lost, hardly visible eyes peered lustily through the bars.
But, oh it hurts so much to try and get out
Other cellmates were conspiring, trying to be free. But they would elave her behind, poor Linava. The banshee. The one whos creams her way into your worst nightmares. The one who's very existence is hell. She saw many of them, come in, and rot and die in their cells. Linava watched them die. Slowly. And saw the new ones come in. This was her life. Forever. Even if the others escaped, they couldn't help her. It hurts so much.
She began to shriek and wail.
A bluish grey aura filled one of the cells. On the floor, a dusty pendant. Lost, hardly visible eyes peered lustily through the bars.
But, oh it hurts so much to try and get out
Other cellmates were conspiring, trying to be free. But they would elave her behind, poor Linava. The banshee. The one whos creams her way into your worst nightmares. The one who's very existence is hell. She saw many of them, come in, and rot and die in their cells. Linava watched them die. Slowly. And saw the new ones come in. This was her life. Forever. Even if the others escaped, they couldn't help her. It hurts so much.
She began to shriek and wail.
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Damian watched as these "Creatures" took notice of him some of witch were in fer others were in anger. His sttention now onto a tree in witch his personal garner and maid sat. As he made his way over there guards quicly followed surounding the tree as other guards on the roof grasped to thir sniper rifles and took up aim. "So hows my garden comming along?" Damian started asking with a grin.
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Torsten caught the short frame of Damian, the midget sadist, out of the corner of his eye. He really hated the little bastard, always picking on defenseless convicts.
If yer gonna kill someone, ya need to make it worthwhile... Go after someone tough...
Torsten's glare burn holes in the back of his head.
Cannae do shit 'bout it tho'... And I don't owe it to tha' poor buggers anyway...
He didn't move though, standing on the spot he watched the scene unfold before him.
If yer gonna kill someone, ya need to make it worthwhile... Go after someone tough...
Torsten's glare burn holes in the back of his head.
Cannae do shit 'bout it tho'... And I don't owe it to tha' poor buggers anyway...
He didn't move though, standing on the spot he watched the scene unfold before him.
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Maid? Was this a joke or did the small one want to die that badly? However, Torgrimm acknowleged the warden with a few grumbles and a dirty glare, which was returned just the same. His muscles tensed as he moved closer to the girl, knowing that her mouth tends to get the better of her, she would have no way of defending herself if he decided use his weapons on her aswell. Not having any idea as to what he should do in this situation he looked around for the boy who was arguing with the tiny man earlier, As his eyes fell upon him he waited for any kind of signal or acknowlegement.
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Rigra watched the warden, tracking his movements carefully. His eyes glanced at the other male, who stood near the garden, before he glanced back at the warden. His mind traveled threw ideas, before he chuckled slightly in reply. Oh this was going to be so grand. The half-dragon dragged his fingers threw his hair, shoving himself off the wall. "You know, some people should be treated with more respect. I mean, seriously, take how lovely the garden is. Isn't that something?" he remarked, obviously not caring what happens to his hide. Face it, he was part dragon. He could easily dodge an attack by this guy. Might get him back to Solitary but it was worth it.
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Surprised by the boldness of the young man, Torgrimm walked to his side to bare the punishment with him. "You are brave human, not many of your kind share this trait." upon closer inspection he noticed the features of those with dragon's blood in thier veins. A few scales here and there, and claws sprouting from the mans fingers. "Ha, no wonder, you aren't human are you?" He said looking down at the dragon.
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Rigra smirked, glancing at Torgrimm with a smirk. "Half dragon, my dear sir. Half-dragon. Besides, I been here for 3 years now, and haven't been killed yet. Why not live an dangerous life?" He remarked with a soft smile, before he waited for his response. He cracked his fingers, staring at his claws a tad before he continued to watch. His dragon features weren't much. The blue scales on the side of his neck, face and hands, the dragon color eyes...and the claws. Other then that, his other features, he was restraining himself. No need to go "full blast" now.
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He held out his tremendous hand to the half dragon. "I am Torgrimm, once a proud blacksmith of shyis." He wanted to make the half dragon an ally, in doing so he would have a better chance of survival in this place. And on top of that, he wanted to know more of the escape plans they were discussing before the short loud man had interrupted
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A small figure edged out into the sunlight, blinking a little and rubbing her pale grey eyes with a bandaged hand. She hadn't been outside in a while, for reasons only she was exactly sure of, but some fresh air was probably not a bad idea.
Cadwyn took a deep breath, and looked round at the others nervously, edging over in their direction. The presence of others rather set the mage on edge...but she wasn't too keen to retreat indoors.
"....not sure of them.." she muttered, drawing closer.
"...I don't really...like the look of..."
Cadwyn took a deep breath, and looked round at the others nervously, edging over in their direction. The presence of others rather set the mage on edge...but she wasn't too keen to retreat indoors.
"....not sure of them.." she muttered, drawing closer.
"...I don't really...like the look of..."
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Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
Zeique: Thats fine :3 It would be nice to have another character with dragon blood somewhere for once xD
See you when you post your info and stuff and hope you have fun in both the roleplay, and during Christmas.
See you when you post your info and stuff and hope you have fun in both the roleplay, and during Christmas.
Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
Sorry, I won't be able to post until later, I'm at a friends house and am using her computer. I'll check back when I get home.
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Would it be okay if I choose a half draconian half forest demon character?
Draconian people (From the place I am talking) are those that are children of full bred dragons but something happened and they took a human shape and have dragon features.
Forest demon should be obvious: a demon of the forest.
I will check back on the 25th of December for the answer. On the 24th of December we have family coming over for the family Christmas so I won't be checking then.
Oh dang look at the time. (3:03 am on the 23rd) I better head out and get some sleep. Merry Christmas to everyone around here. So tired I did 3 edits before I got the final date correct. XD
Draconian people (From the place I am talking) are those that are children of full bred dragons but something happened and they took a human shape and have dragon features.
Forest demon should be obvious: a demon of the forest.
I will check back on the 25th of December for the answer. On the 24th of December we have family coming over for the family Christmas so I won't be checking then.
Oh dang look at the time. (3:03 am on the 23rd) I better head out and get some sleep. Merry Christmas to everyone around here. So tired I did 3 edits before I got the final date correct. XD
Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
Sorry it took me so long to reply, I was working on Christmas presents... XP
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Darn, I didn't even noticed the start...I'll post now...if I can figure out how to start.
Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
Brandley: I already gave the okay, because face it, an Orc is a fantasy creature.
Also if you look at my plot, its both fantasy, modern, medieval setting. So Damian's character does in fact work.
Also if you look at my plot, its both fantasy, modern, medieval setting. So Damian's character does in fact work.
Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
Caddie? Nice? That will be something to see. Reagrdless of that fact, Rigra and her might get along. Might
Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
Aw, glad you like her.
Well she's gotten rather less bloodthirsty lately...so hopefully she won't try and brutally knife Rigra, but yes, you can never tell. You might see her being nice for once.
Well she's gotten rather less bloodthirsty lately...so hopefully she won't try and brutally knife Rigra, but yes, you can never tell. You might see her being nice for once.
Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
Mez: Caddie! :D I love that girl. She is probably among my favorite characters of yours you know? Though we never know until they actually meet one another.
Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
:D Finally gotten around to submitting Caddie, I'm been trying to decide what character to use, and in the end just decided to inflict the loveable little crazy on Shyis again.
She definitiely probably won't attempt to murder your charactrers this time Kit.
She definitiely probably won't attempt to murder your charactrers this time Kit.
Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
umm damian, i think your .45s and tactical shotguns are a little advanced for the RP, maybe you could stab him in the head with something insted O.o
or change the pistol to a flintlock maybe
or is this a modern prison? if so i've had the setting a little mixed up in my head
or change the pistol to a flintlock maybe
or is this a modern prison? if so i've had the setting a little mixed up in my head
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cool, by the way, i went into a little more detail on Torgrimm
take a look and let me know what you think :D
take a look and let me know what you think :D
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BilgeWater: I thought I put that....apparently not. Regardless, cell mates yes. It can be 1 to 3 people per cell. Who is in each cell that depends on you.
I been constantly debating if Rigra is going to have a cell mate or no. -shrugs-
I been constantly debating if Rigra is going to have a cell mate or no. -shrugs-
Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
i didnt see in the description of the rp any mentions of cell mates
have we decided on this yet or are we all separated?
have we decided on this yet or are we all separated?
Re: [OOC] Prison of Shyis
Well i have a good idea on how to play the role of the harsh comander and owner of this so called prision
