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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MilkHoney on Mon May 03, 2010 3:25 pm

Recruiting for Warlock's Tomb


The Story Ebsen, an oasis in the deserts of Carna, is cursed. For the crime of entombing their warlock lord centuries ago, Ebsen hasn't had a night pass without fiends and imps galavanting through the streets, making merry and spilling blood. Until the warlock is brought back from the realm of the dead, the curse shall not end and the demons shall roam freely. But what would wake a warlock from death's sleep? And who would want to reawaken that wrathful creature?

RATING Mature: Demons aren't butterflies and rainbows, and morality isn't their specialty, so I feel justified in having them commit atrocious acts. Though I'm rating this mature, I do not condone porn, and as such, will report violations. Do not put descriptive sex or sexual violence on the forums.

Setting Carna is a vast desert, and its people are largely isolated from the events of the rest of the world by impassable leagues of arid landscape. The few settlements cluster around oasises, such as Ebsen. Ebsen has gotten used to its curse. Demon hunters regularly trek to the oasis city for work and practice their trade while the people of Ebsen retire into their homes for the sunset curfew. Merchants selling protective charms become as wealthy as water barons. The nomadic tribes pass through rarely, but often leave with disheartened people, wishing for a home where they can venture outside during the cool nights without fear. It has been four hundred years since the warlock lord was slain and entombed.

Characters Wanted townsfolk, demon hunters, village idiot, desert thieves, nomads, minor sheikh lords & household (daughters, sons, wives, harem, servants, bodyguards, etc), traders, occult/mysticism scholars, desert mythical anthropomorphic creatures (ex. sphinx)
Characters Needed The Catalyst: someone(s) to wake up Mr. Big Bad Warlock Lord (I don' care if the person(s) intend to do so or do so by accident, but it needs to happen for plot progression)


Please don't go into shock, but I don't want a character profile. I want your first post. It should include relevant information on your character and provide a good (interesting) introduction. I'll be checking for English literacy, maturity and advanced proficiency. I'll send a private message to inform you of acceptance. Until I've got a catalyst, the roleplay won't start. If you wish to be a catalyst, shoot me a pm after you've received an acceptance message.
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Re: Warlock's Tomb: Roleplayers Needed

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MilkHoney on Mon May 03, 2010 3:28 pm

If helpful, respond to the following in your introduction:


The bell was tolling in Ebsen, announcing for miles the approach of sunset. Yam farmers were already on their way home from the fields, anticipating nightfall with the same ancient instinct as the anticipation of heavy rain. Their wives would have palm wine waiting for them, chilled in the cellar under the mudbrick home, and the children would be huddled around the cooking pot, waiting for papa to get his share before they descended upon the food.

The oldest man in the village would sit upon the road, a gray powdery root dangling from his slack mouth to chew as he waited for death. He was always waiting, but never taken. Imps would tug at his bush of white hair, and fiends would fuck the orphans, taunting him that he hadn’t gotten it up since his wife died. They’d kill before him, unmindful when the blood splattered and struck his quavering form. Their cruelty lay in never killing him as well.

At the end of the road, farthest from the heart of Ebsen, the oasis, was the tomb. It sat at the place of honor, exactly as it had when the old lord ruled. Once, it was his palace, built of quarried stone and guarded by two monoliths, carved to depict a fantastical garden vibrantly painted to outshine the beauty of the oasis, a palpable monument to his power. Now it bore no resemblance to life, having willfully taken on the mantle of the tomb.

It had not gone unnoticed that the demons never entered, but would gather before the monoliths, bringing their victims like host presents, toasting with stolen wine to the dead lord.

On this night, while the oldest man endured devilish torments hoping for release, while families gathered into their homes to hide from the evil on their doorstep, while the tomb stood silent sentinel to the workings of its master’s curse, a sandstorm brewed to the west. Within an hour, the world would be black, the moon’s light hidden by the rage of the storm. Anyone not indoors tonight would suffocate on sand before the fiends could find them. It could well be the night the oldest man in Ebsen died.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Antartique on Mon May 03, 2010 5:26 pm

Ebsen. The Oasis of Death, the Place where Nights Vanished, the Mouth of the End. Ebsen. Framed by the Sunset, the sound of bells chiming loudly over the loud chirping of devils as they came out of their holes to cause mischief. The sound of Death itself.

He remembered the tales he had been told as a kid, his Mother's heartbroken's voice being the only thing he could hear clearly from his childhood. 'Never go in there', she had said. 'Never head back there'. He had bowed to not do it, but the past events had already broken the limit for 'never'. He had to know. He had to see. He had to feel on his own exactly what was so wrong about his Mother's hometown.

He remembered the tales he had been told as a kid. And he remembered the tales he had been told as he studied. And now, at twenty seven, he remembered the tales he heard from traveling around looking for the entrance to the world of Demons. Maybe, just maybe, Ebsen was the door that would lead him there, to the world where his Mother had gone and returned from, broken and empty with the exception of her womb.

Maybe there wasn't a world of Demons. Maybe Ebsen was the place where they spawned. Maybe it held the key to solve the mystery they were. Maybe, just maybe, the answers he had been looking for, since birth, would be there.

But nothing would advance if he stayed outside the gates. The sandstorm was getting closer, he could hear them, and he didn't want to cross paths with it. Walking had already gotten hard, as the wind created small storms on his feet and the sand got caught in his cloak. He shielded his eyes with an arm, holding the silver walking stick (a proud proof of his profession) tightly and trying not to trip on his way.

There was an old man sitting on the road. Had he given up already? He guessed anyone would, living in such a place for so long. But it was no use worrying for the man, so he ignored him completely.

Would there be an Inn in Ebsen? There should be, demon hunters dropped almost daily to train their minds against their enemies. Perhaps it would be expensive, perhaps he wouldn't find one. But there was one thing he knew for sure.

He wasn't leaving until he had his answers.

(I'm sorry for sucking so badly. This guy is an scholar, I guess. He is obsessed with the world of demons, mainly due to the fact he is supposed to be a half-breed or something of the likes. Why so young? Because he has been studying almost since birth.)

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Re: Warlock's Tomb: Roleplayers Needed

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MilkHoney on Mon May 03, 2010 10:41 pm

The first response is always so special. It saves you from the embarassing need to bump a thread back onto the first page of the forum. It saves you from the despair of rejection. But most of all, it provides a little boost of adrenaline that your wanted ad might progress to roleplaying before the ambulance arrives for the friend that set himself on fire. Let's take this moment to honor those first posts and those crazy friends.
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Okay, time's up. If your friend set himself (or herself) on fire, talk to the paramedics. If not, then you have time to join this recruitment so pose those digits over the keys and think up something fantastic (or remotely intriguing). When you're finished with that, don't forget to type and submit. Stories are only great if you've got them in writing.

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Re: Warlock's Tomb: Roleplayers Needed

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MilkHoney on Tue May 04, 2010 9:51 pm

We need a sacrificial lamb or a hellraiser here! The catalyst role has not been reserved. If you think your character can raise the dead (necromances have it easy), then please join!

Or you can stand on the sidelines and watch someone else take the rap for waking the Big Bad. Either way, this needs people.

Would it help if I made puppy dog eyes and said pwetty please?

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Re: Warlock's Tomb: Roleplayers Needed

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby ValaunDae'Voth on Tue May 04, 2010 10:24 pm

A man who had the looks of a hunter walked,wrapped in his heavy robes against the winds that were beginning to kick up. A woman walked next too him,she appeared as more of a weak and frail woman,possibly on their way to Ebsen to hole up for the night before departing and using her large companion as protection in the dangerous desert. The sun was already getting low,sunset was maybe an hour or two away so the pair moved with as much haste as they could manage without over exerting themselves.
Suddenly the sands nearby exploded and two large,lupine fiends surged forth and tore into the man before he had a chance to draw his blade. Blood flew and screams filled the air as the demon's tore into the man's flesh,eating bone and entrails alike. After one of them had had their fill the horrid fiend turned it's attention on the woman while his brother finished the man's flesh.

Not far away stood a man,a heavy hood about his face,his tan cloak billowed in the wind behind him while the golden medallion around his neck glinted in the waning daylight. A falcon sat on his shoulder,dutifully scanning the area while his master did the same.
Finally he whispered something and the bird took flight and seconds later let out a small shriek. Nodding,the man gripped his longbow and took off running,following his loyal falcon over through the harsh winds and over dunes.
His falcon made another,nigh imperceptible call and the man nodded again came rushed up another dune in a crouch. Cresting the top he notched an arrow and sighted one of the beasts,the one still gnawing on the dead man's skull. There was a quiet "Thwang" as his bowstring snapped and the fiend let out a slight yelp as the arrow took it in the eye.The creature fell over,it's arms and legs spasming as the throws of death overtook it.

The other beast dropped the unconscious woman at the sound of it's brother's cry just in time to see a small falcon slam into it's face,all screeching feathers and slashing talons.The assault lasted a moment,but the bird took flight once more,leaving a shredded face and one useless eye in it's wake.
The horrid creature wailed in agony and shook it's head to clear the blood from it's features. This time when it looked up,the hooded man was flying at it,his tan cloak whipping behind him,two of the four bone handled daggers strapped to his waist now in his hands. He landed on the thing,the daggers digging deep into it's chest,the beast wailed in pain and desperately tried tearing the man free,it managed to get one of it's feet beneath his torso and kicked him off,sending him flying a dozen feet. The man however nimbly landed on his feet and retrieved the other two daggers from his belt,the other two having been left in the beast's torso.
He took one by the point and whipped it into the fiend's good and eyes rushed forward as it reared back,wailing and clawing at the protrusion. The wail was cut short as his other blade passed into the thing's throat and then lodged into the back of it's head.

The man stood up,wiping blood from his blades and retrieving his bone arrow from the other creature's head. He the went about collecting the dead man's valuables,gold,jewelry,weapons,and then covered him in his blood stained cloak and said a quick prayer.
He ran over to the woman next,and patched her shallow wounds up and wrapped her in his cloak,for her clothes had been torn from her s voluptuous body.
Before grabbing the woman up he turned and sever two of each demon's fingers sticking one from each in a small skin,and the other two into a pouch at his belt.He then removed both of their arms and stuffed them into the dead man's back pack and shouldered it.
Carrying the woman as he might a child he began walking,his cloak off,now revealing a very feline looking face,complete with black fur covering his it. He had a scar on his left cheek than ran just above his left eye,both eyes were a beautiful deep green that glinted with a hard edge.
He knew he had only an hour,maybe two to get to Ebsen before the sun set or he would be dead,and so would the woman,so he gritted his teeth and began running.
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Re: I Need a Sacrificial Lamb: any volunteers?

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MilkHoney on Wed May 05, 2010 12:06 am

By my count, there are 3.5 male characters. Any female characters out there? Any ladies eager to Lara Croft their way through the warlock's tomb? There are so many good opportunities. Unless you want to be a wood elf princess in the desert. Or an orphan. This goes for everyone: stay off the streets, both in and out of game. Don't turn tricks. Or the demons will find you.

Antartique! I found one for the warlock. Calling him the Big Bad gave me the idea for it. I wish you luck if you haven't thought of something yet. There is still time.
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Re: I Need a Sacrificial Lamb: any volunteers?

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Antartique on Wed May 05, 2010 12:21 am

-buzzesinside- I can play female characters too (and what's up with that 3.5... Mr. Warlock, Mr. Scholar, Mr. Old Man, Mr. Hunter... wait). I don't mind doing two roles, after all. Did we find the Lamb already or should I be it? -letsgiveitaweek-

And I already have Mr. Scholar's design drawn (gray tones and black are awesome) so I just have to fit a name on him. It will probably be odd sounding, though.

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Re: I Need a Sacrificial Lamb: any volunteers?

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MilkHoney on Wed May 05, 2010 12:57 am

Suicidal old men count for half, because they don't make good body shields and they stink of dirty baby diaper and fear (which I have on good authority is an odorous blend of onion and piss). I specified male over man due to the slant toward not fully human characters, and a personal distaste for getting too technical with fractions.

Multiple characters are welcome. I personally keep one primary character and several almost-NPCs for plot support. A well stocked barrel of NPCs comes in handy.

Mr. Hunting Kitty volunteered, but I would like to keep the opportunity open awhile longer. A fuller Ebsen is more to my liking.

What a coincidence. I was attempting a sketch of Mr. Big Bad earlier today. Didn't get very far with it, but I didn't really set my pencil to the task.

Villians have the market cornered on odd sounding names. I'm proud I restrained myself from adding superfluous x's and k's to Big Bad's name.

P.S. Until the names are mentioned, I will think up increasingly horrendous agnomen for each character.

EDIT: Retiring for the night. If I keep the sheep waiting any longer, they'll be too tired to jump the fence, and then I'll have the nasty sort of insomnia (the kind that doesn't have creative genius for a silver lining).

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Re: I Need a Sacrificial Lamb: any volunteers?

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Antartique on Wed May 05, 2010 3:11 pm

-dancesaround- Suicidal old men are 0.5? -laugh-. And Mr. Hunter Kitty, I like you, but hurry up or the sandstorm will have your head.

I think I have a name now and a few designs in mind for random townspeople and demons. And well, they will probably be minor, really minor, but well can't do anything about that.

I will post later with an introduction post prototype-thing for a demon lady that will randomly act as the tomb's guardian or something. And by the way, the ritual is awesome. -buzzesout-

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Re: I Need a Sacrificial Lamb: any volunteers?

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MilkHoney on Wed May 05, 2010 11:29 pm

That old man needs to stop over reacting. He's such a drama whore. So what if the demons are teasing him? Man up, grandpa.

You have an excellent point. Sandstorms move quickly, and Mr. Kitty is burdened with a dying woman.

The ritual is based on beliefs dating to Greek Antiquity about raising spirits for divination.

Someone asked, and since it is significant, I'm putting it here.

Maelgwyr, Our Lord, May He Rest In Peace
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Maelgwyr the Oathbreaker


I'm changing the name of the topic again to try to get more hits. If you have it subscribed, you won't lose it.

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Re: desert fantasy group rp -need characters-

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Antartique on Wed May 05, 2010 11:46 pm

But of course I have it subscribed. By the way, Mr. Kitty, are you there? Post with us! Ahahaha. Also the topic name change, why is it that people get more interested in simplistic names such as these?

So Boss name's Maelgwyr? By the way I'll name Mr. Scholar Alaxhir.

Are you posting the RP in the proper RP place or are we continuing here?

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Re: desert fantasy group rp -need characters-

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby ValaunDae'Voth on Wed May 05, 2010 11:49 pm

I'm rather tact unless I'm specifically called,so that's why I haven't been posting,I'm waiting for another post or reply before I continue and I didn't know if this was going to be moved or left here to continue the RP.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Antartique on Thu May 06, 2010 12:21 am

Bells. Those annoying bells that announced the coming of nightfall, for four hundred years. The day they had been put in there had been something to the remember, as most devils had been pissed at the idea someone had dared to try and show them how things were done.

Ah, bells. The beautiful sound Kejhwa previously liked, now had turned into something she despised. The coming of nightfall. Right. In the past she had actually looked forward to hearing them every night, as hunters and new people came out from their shelters and began looking for something. For what, she never understood. Humans could be greedy, and she was a demon.

Did she act the part of a demon? Her rather big horns were a prominent feature when walking through Ebsen bathed in moonlight, but most people didn't fear her much any longer. They feared her horns, her eyes, her tail, but not her as a whole. According to other of her race, she wasn't... as devilish as she should. She didn't kill people for the fun, she didn't enjoy the chorus of screams as she tortured little boys, she didn't... really mind.

She was older than any other creature in Ebsen anyways. Such things had long since stopped being funny. No human could reach her age, and most of the little devils that wandered around didn't go older than five hundred as humans killed them.

Humans were disgusting.

Carna was full of humans. But for the thousand years she had been alive (might be more, she lost count after the third hundred), they had never approached the Demons. They remained in their own towns, isolated from the other people, in self supported little state cities of their creation. They had stayed away.

But now there were hunters. It was full of them. Back when Lord Maelgwyr had been alive they didn't even come near Ebsen. Now they walked the town as if it was their own, in day and night alike. Ebsen, the Paradise of the Hunters... Yeah right.

Well, the bells had stopped. Night was falling closer and closer, and she had a Tomb to guard. Now, though, was time for a break. There was a rather nice family that had offered her food, and while humans were disgusting, she couldn't deny their food was delicious.

(Introducing Kejhwa the Demoness while we wait for the real RP to come up. This is just a prototype post, I will re write it once it is time. I hope this lady is allowed.)

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Re: desert fantasy group rp -need characters-

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MilkHoney on Thu May 06, 2010 1:25 am

This IS going to be moved to the proper forum. But I want more people. To sate this impatient crew, I'll make the other thread now.

Since we've been chatting and ooc, it might be wise to eliminate old posts and leave just the entry/intro posts. If people see fewer replies, they might take pity and join.

People generally like simplisity in an advertisement for purposes of skimming through and moving on. If they don't recognize the words they are scanning for, they will typically ignore it. This was included in a lecture on invisibility. I had a great psychology prof last year, and he covered EVERYTHING. Including useful dating advice. But the former tidbit is the reason I started with Warlock's Tomb, instead of Garden of Ebsen or Let Sleeping Lie, which aren't as informative titles.

Alaxhir. Have a pronounciation guide for that?

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Re: desert fantasy group rp -need characters-

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Antartique on Thu May 06, 2010 1:41 am

Impatient, am I? Ahaha. I just like RPing, and it keeps me awake -has to study- So this will turn into pure recruiting and we will have a RP thread and a OOC thread? Pure glitter man, pure glitter.

Hum... If you can speak Spanish (or Japanese as it is phonetic) it is Elaakshir. Though the 'k' is pretty soft, it would probably be cuter to skip it and pause for a fraction before the 'sh'. How do you pronouce Maelgwyr anyways? -goes back to history-

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Re: desert fantasy group rp -need characters-

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MilkHoney on Thu May 06, 2010 2:15 am

Roleplay Gateway likes occ to be in ooc and roleplays in roleplay, and as they could ban me for not playing by their rules, I think I'll suffer through the glitter.
But I'll make it tomorrow, as I'd like to get some shut eye before my finals.

I took Latin, so my understanding of Spanish and Japanese pronounciation is weak. Would I be close if I said "el ache sheer" or "el ache sure"?
meyl-ga'weer or māl-g'wîr, depending on your preferred dictionary pronounciation (if you understand IPA, I could work it out in that as well)

Good luck on your history studies. Good luck with staying awake.

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Re: desert fantasy group rp -need characters-

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Glitter times. Do you need any help? Oh right you're sleeping. Good luck with that and your finals!

And I think... 'el ache sheer' is alright. I'll try to look for the fonetic symbols and post it up later, after I dye or something. So see ya (BTW Mr. Kitty what's your name?)

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My name? Or my char's name?

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The character. I seriously need to stop calling him Mr. Kitty or it will stick on 'xhir's speech pattern.

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