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TheNoremac42 member of RPG for 8 years

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Hi, I'm TheNoremac42 (as I prefer to be called on the 'net). I am 24. My history with roleplaying is quite long since I have been "roleplaying" before I even knew what it was! The beginning of my roleplaying "career" was when I started playing the (in)famous MMO "World of Warcraft". It is there I learned some of the finer points of roleplaying such as avoiding "mary-sueism", "godmodding", and character development. I love to create original tales of epic clashes between good and evil... righteous defenders of justice against powerful dark tyrants... light and shadow. Currently, I'm working on building my own business growing microgreens and plan on working my own land one day.
419,517 words written.
4,379 total posts.
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487 posts per roleplay.
326 average days in a roleplay.
9 universes joined.
5.75 INK received in tips.

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Username:
TheNoremac42
Location:
Texas
Age:
24
Occupation:
Farmer
Interests:
God, farming, and writing.
Groups:
Began Role Playing:
0- 0-2006
Favorite Role Playing Game:
Fable, World of Warcraft, Skyrim
Game Master:
Yes
Favorite Setting:
Fantasy/Science Fiction

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World Builder

Created your first non-default location in an RPG universe!

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Participated in 10 different conversations on the forum!

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Novelist

Wrote over 80,000 total words!

Arc Warden

Arc Warden

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Party Starter

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Person of Interest

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Tipworthy

Awarded for receiving your first tip from another user!

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Universes Created

Chronicles of Khroniktus: Twilight Armageddon

The red sun rises over the war-scarred world of Khroniktus. For centuries, the free peoples of the Khroniktan Alliance have lived in a golden age of prosperity. However, in recent years rumors of darkness and danger have spread throughout the countryside.

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2.50 INK received for post #2779482, located in Terminus Cave:

The Deathweaver ship coasted through the atmosphere like a phantom, and a faint hum drifted through the air as the vessel descended to its destination. It soared over rolling hills and darkened grasslands like a sliver of the void that was carved from the darkest corner of the night sky.

Several minutes later the vessel nestled between a grouping of hills, away from prying eyes, almost a mile away from the abandoned mines. The engines powered down, and then a small hatch on the side of the ship opened with a moaning hiss.

A dozen pools of miasmic black ink poured from the hatch and dripped onto the ground like tar. They writhed, churned, and morphed into grotesque humanoid shapes. Ichor dripped from wolf-like maws while long claws, like daggers, hung beside their incorporeal smokey bodies.

Then, as one, they vanished into the shadows and set out towards the cave.

The hunt was on.


0.75 INK received for post #2779840, located in Terminus Cave:

The shades snarled as Titania and her pokemon barred their path. Their eyes burned with primal fury as thin tendrils of crimson smoke leached from their gaseous eyes. They charged as one and slithered in the air like serpents with teeth and claws glistening with spectral frost.

The pack of dark spirits split in two, half ascending towards the roof and the rest slinking amidst the shadows. A deathly chill suffused the air as the upper shades opened their maws like pythons. They roared, long and terrible, with anguished cries that were like ice-cold daggers being driven into the mind.

Six Deathweaver Shades use Astonish!

Meanwhile, the other six shades vanished into the darkness. They become one with the shadows, stalking like silent wolves in order to surround their prey.

Six Deathweaver Shades use Phantom Force!


0.25 INK received for post #2481618, located in Wing City Police Department: First Floor:

Two months after the brutal attack on the Wing City Police Department a yellow cab rolled up to the curb. The door popped open and a figure emerged. Hardy glanced down the sidewalk and craned his head upward to inspect the building in front of him. He was clad in a white collar shirt and black tie beneath a dark overcoat. Smoke from the cigarette that dangled from his lips dissipated against the rim of his fedora.

Hardy heaved a sigh as he removed the cigarette and dropped it on the curb. He smashed it with his heel before removing a cardboard box from the taxi. The detective strode towards the Wing City Police Department headquarters and pushed the door open.


0.25 INK received for post #2787297, located in Eras:

King Neodin floated in the void. Time had become meaningless to him as he stood between Eras and Gaia, bathed in Leolik’s Everlasting Flame. He neither ate nor drank, but he only sustained himself from the divine spirit of his god as he offered his prayers up on behalf of Gaia and her children.

The nebula of divine flame bloomed like the wings of a great phoenix, shielding Gaia from the brunt of Eras’s influence. To those on the planet’s surface, it would appear as a great aurora that spread across the heavens. Neodin’s blade sat at the center of the inferno, stoic and unrelenting as Time itself.

“So speaks Ha’Ari,” Neodin began to prophesy, filled with the Flame, “The heavens shall darken and the skies will weep. The earth will boil and the oceans will turn to ash. Stars shall wither; and all that was, is, and could have been will come to an end. Such shall be the Eternal Night - the Great Unweaving - as the Last Creation shall be undone.

“But the song shall begin anew! There will come one of whom I am unfit to wash the dust from His feet. He shall carry the blood of a divine king, and His spirit shall be white as snow - one with the Everlasting Flame! The mountains will tremble at His name, and the great cedars shall bow at His passing! The Children of Gaia shall lift Him up, and His outcry will shake the foundations of the world!

“It will be through Him that Gaia shall be redeemed and Eras will be forever silenced, for whoever will follow Him shall be reborn by fire and water - and those who deny Him will be consumed by the Eternal Night. May heaven and earth stand as witnesses and wait upon Him, He who carries the name of Ha’Ari!”


0.25 INK received for post #2780367, located in Exalted Mountains:

Bjorg sighed as he opened the trunk hidden beneath his floorboards. His helmet stared up at him, and Bjorg looked through the empty eyes that had seen so much bloodshed. The ebony steel, elegantly fused with dragonborn, looked crimson-stained to his eyes.

But such was the price of freedom. Someone had to shed blood so that the hands of others remained clean. One lone nord bore the guilt for a thousand others.

A whisper caught his attention, and Bjorg clenched his fist and steeled his will. He turned to a nearby field where an empty patch of dirt sat desolate amidst a sea of grass. Nothing but dead earth, sapped of all life, had existed there since Bjorg had hidden that accursed blade.

He picked Wuuthrad off his mantle, swung his pack over his shoulder, and set out to the forsaken burial ground.

Sometime later, the jagged black longsword lay on the ground. The whispers were stronger now, and he could feel the daedric corruption - the hate and bloodlust - like a noxious fog that made his head swim.

“You all came to me, seeking either my soul or my flesh.” Bjorg snarled.

The whispers hissed.

“You came, but you fell at my feet by my blade. I ripped out your hearts as trophies, and still, you sought me. Still, you whispered from beyond the grave. By Talos, you’re still doing it.”

They laughed.

“Then I forged you into a weapon against your own kind. Forged by forgotten rituals using your accursed souls. I made you into a weapon for good, but even as I cut down every draugr, bandit, daedra, and dragon that dared threaten my people… Still, your silver tongues whispered at my heart. I couldn’t get rid of you though. I couldn’t risk someone else being tempted by you. I tamed you. I broke you. YOU. OBEY. ME!”

The daedra souls snarled in defiance, but Bjorg thundered with a voice that shook the mountain… and the whispered went quiet.

As the mountain grew silent, Bjorg reached down and picked up the Oblivion Blade. The metal felt light in his grip, but heavy on his heart. The whispers were still there, if not cowed, but Bjorg ignored them.

He sheathed the cursed sword and set out to the mysterious crack, wondering where destiny would take him next.


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