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location: selil (harbor) armored boots stepped through the warehouse stopping just before the pool of blood there was something lying in it but the state of whoever they used to be makes him/her best left undescribed "who were they?" azure asked kneeling to get a better look "dock worker mam name of mishka alexsei coworkers went looking for them after they were over due for rollcall that was 2 days ago its only been an hour since they found him" the city guard answered "any magic involved?" "we've found traces mam though not even close to the same level used in a spell" the victim looked to have been shredded by long claws of some sort no signs of struggle and curiously no tracks drops of blood or anything else that might indicate a direction the thing had taken after killing the man none of him was missing, that would seem to indicate what ever had done this was a who but azure had her doubts she'd seen somethings during her career but only one of them like this and the other case was not perpetrated by anything with a shread of empathy "clean this up notify next of kin if you haven't already" she stood up out leaving the warehouse making her way to a particular inn the knight steped inside looking for someone

Location: The Hermitage As Lucius sat in the empty tavern common room, with not even the barmaid in attendance, he was lost in his reverie. The quiet room's silence was a void and it seemed to stretch time to a point of breaking. The barkeep remained in his place, bustling about and busily doing nothing. Suddenly the front door swung open with a resounding thump. "Get off me, you old witch. I don't need your bloody herbs, I need whiskey." Came to a shout from outside, before a woman hobbled through the doorway. Igrit Foebane halted briefly when her eyes met Lucius', he wasn't exactly what she'd expected and the fact that he was wounded caught her off guard. Her dark, wavy hair bounced as she stopped and then swayed as she turned her head about the dingy place and took in the quiet. She gave Lucius another look, but she felt no need to engage. One of her long, shapely legs was bandaged from ankle to knee, with their pale cloth standing out against her tanned, dark skin. Her pert lips thinned to a pained grimace as she determinedly hobbled toward the bar and the surprised tavernkeeper. Behind a shuffling old woman, with hair so thick and unwashed it looked more like moss than hair and her wrinkled face was full of indignation and concern. "Igrit! You should still be in bed, you've barely had a chance to heal at all!" She cried, pursuing the younger woman. "Yeah, yeah. You keep saying that, but if I spent another day in that musty old hut, I think I'd claw my hair out. You should open a window in that place." Igrit replied sardonically without looking at the old woman. She felt a little guilty about speaking to her that way, but if Falla had her way, Igrit had no doubt she'd be lying on her scratchy bed for the rest of the year. A single night had been enough. She finally reached the bar and groaned her way onto a rickety stool. "Something strong, in a large cup." She grunted at the barman, who chewed his mustache as his eyes flicked between Igrit and Dalla. The old woman gave an exasperated nod and then leaned on the bar next to Igrit. "You could at least get me one." She muttered. "Ah. Well, that's true enough. Make that two, barman." Igrit replied before looking at Dalla and holding her gaze. "I don't mean to seem ungrateful, witch. Your help has been useful. But I'm not spending another hour in your house." For Igrit, these might have been considered 'kind words', but Igrit regretted them regardless. She wondered, not for the first time, why she struggled so much in making others feel at ease. "Well, it's not as if it was a one-way street, girl. You saved me from that thing, so a little bandaging, a poultice, and some prayers to the spirits of the bog were the least I could offer. But if you keep thumping around on that leg, you'll open the wound again." Dalla said as her drink slid in front of her. Igrit lifted her own cup, sniffed it suspiciously, and then took a sip. Her nose wrinkled around the flavour, causing a cute furrow in her brow and sliding a sour expression across her heart-shaped face. "What is this crap?" She asked no one in particular. She thought she heard a chuckle from Lucius' table, but refused to look around at him. "It's Stahl. Fortifying and good for you, if you must know." Said the barman, a little offended at her reaction to a local specialty. "Stahl? Well, it's strong enough at least." Igrit admitted grudgingly as she took a larger swallow of the bitter, but flavourful alcohol. "Are you planning to take a room here," Dalla asked, after sipping her own. "Probably. I assume you have rooms, barkeep? One with a clean bed and enough room to lay down in it?" The barman nodded sourly. "See, Dalla. Sorted. Now, are you going to tell me what that thing was? I've seen wolfmen before, even a Lycan, once. But that was neither." She asked, turning herself on the stool to lean her back against the bar and let out a small, satisfied sigh. Her flat stomach tensed as her leg complained at the motion, but she did her best to keep it from her face. The tight, strips of hide and leather that she wore about her well-formed chest were dirty and still stained with a little blood. She looked down at her skirt, layers of thick bear hide wrapped about her waist, with a canted hem. On one side it reached just above the knee and on the other only about a hand span down her muscular thigh. The primitive, but well-cared-for clothes were all she had now. Her pack had sunk into the bog while she'd fought the beast. She shuddered at the memory of it, remembering its stinking breath and the glistening, dripping gnash of its jaws as they'd snapped at her face. Igrit shook off the feeling and looked at the old woman again. Dalla was lost in her thoughts, holding her cup in both hands and gently rolling it between her palms as she stared glassily down at it. "I don't know what that was, not really. It was something evil though I can tell you that much. Something wrong."

You're good to have RPs going on in both main thread and other location/side stories at the same time.

Awesome, I shall give it a go. This is probably a weird question, but whats the etiquette regarding having to RP's going on at once with a character? Say I find a fun thing in the main thread but someone also draws me into something cool in partnered one? Is it kosher to just do both, or would that be too meta and weird.

Hey, thanks for joining! I just looked over your character and she looks super fun! There's a couple of ways to get started. You could post in the main thread to see if someone is interested. Or you can ask in here for any partners willing to RP or to discuss a potential plot idea to see if others are interested.

Hello all, So, I've got a young, beautiful, barbarian woman who's looking for adventure. Just wondering how I should best get started? I've read the guides, but honestly, it's all still a little bewildering. Any advice would be hugely appreciated, I look forward to the RP.

The warning in the gallery is only relevant to gallery submissions outside of roleplay. It shouldn't have any affect on the source here. All you've gotta do to create a character is upload a reference image (please make sure to at least credit the original author when you do so), and then edit the description to paste in the reference sheet. I recommend editing the description after uploading as it makes formatting easier than filling out the description box as you upload your image.

I am interested in joining the rp, but I have several questions, the first of which being how do I go about making a character since the character creation page says that it is supposed to be reserved exclusively for images now. Second: I am unsure what Espian/UFF species refers to (this is new terminology for me), if that could be explained that would be great.

'A raging little slut,' 'wants nothing more than to be fucked and defiled by cocks.' These words should be harsh, derogatory, vulgar insults... why did they make her feel the way she did...? Hearing her master speak such cruel words so casually into her ear... he was confident enough to convince her it just might be truer than she knew. Had he spoken them in any other type of way, or had it been anyone else who tried the same, she would've immediately rejected and been repulsed by the idea, but somehow... right now... "...yes." She responded. Suddenly, the gem on her collar completely lost all luster. Her body no longer felt as fiery. Granted, her skin's temperature was certainly still feverish, but no longer supernaturally so. "There is nothing in this world I want more than to get fucked by cock... it's... it's what I will live for!" Natia had yet to notice this change in her body, though she did notice the collar had ceased to feel so cold. Now it just felt like metal. "I trust you, master. You've shown me so much about myself. You know me better than I know myself. I don't know how you do it, but I will happily serve you however you desire. The rules I used to live by be damned! I belong to you. If it would please you to watch me fuck another man, then I will do it and enjoy every moment! Th-this is who I am! I'm a slut! I love and worship cock and all the beautiful things it makes me feel!!" She leaned back further while continuing to bounce on Rowan's cock, panting even heavier than before. While Rowan continued to pinch her nipple, she whimpered. "Please never stop loving me, master... I need your love. I need you...!"

Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory They were both in agreement on that front! She wouldn't dare put Lucky at undue risk! Of course she didn't really want to lose time either, but if that is what it took to protect him then she would. Rayvenne had a good point concerning their search as well. Not only would that be risky if she brought Lucky along but it'd be risky even if she left him behind on his own! Perhaps going back to a stables really was their only choice. "Stasis?" Actually that was a good question! Some sort of stasis spell could work! Holding up a finger she'd whip out her old tome, brushing quickly through it. She didn't remember any stasis spell, but perhaps she'd simply overlooked one. To be honest she was always more focused on the potions and tonics since they made her money. That and she could prepare them ahead of time. After a few minutes of searching she set down the book, nodding a couple of times. "There is one in here. I've never tried it. I could always practice it while we get closer and then try to put him into stasis once we reach the base of the mountain." Of course if she got it wrong that could be pretty bad! Or if she couldn't pull it off. Then they would have wasted more time. Still, if it worked it'd certainly be their best option! That and she'd have a new defensive spell to utilize!

Location: Hermitage. Once his friend was ready, Daedrin led his companion out from the stable before settling himself in the saddle. He then nudged the huge aelda forwards, leading the way out of the town and on the road back towards Selil at a rolling canter. After the exciting night, it was nice to be back on the road. However when his friend came forward with a warning, he glanced around, opening his mind to everything around them but currently couldn’t sense anything, “Alright. I’ll keep alert.” He assured Izanagi before riding on throughout the day. Towards the evening, he slowed Daegrin as he said, “We should set up camp for the night.” He pulled the huge animal off of the road towards a small wooded area. He dismounted and set about setting up the camp, making the fire and rolling out his bedroll. He then set about starting a stew with the dried meat that they had brought with them. Daedrin was glad that they were soon going to be arriving back to Selil, so that he could sleep in his own bed and hold his wife close. Location: North-east of Kalath, en-route to Enutpen’s Glory Rayvenne shrugged the apology away, “I didn’t think of suggesting that he be left behind, either. So the fault is not entirely your own.” She told the bunny girl, looking over at Maedoc as the stallion pawed at the ground before he swung his head around to chew on a patch of grass. She then turned to look back at Luna, “I would rather not put Lucky at any kind of risk. Dragons can be tricky to find, so we don’t know how long we’re going to be up in the mountains for. We could be lucky and find one within a few days, or be unlucky and spend weeks travelling through the mountains to find one. So whether you put him to sleep, or lock him in the wagon, he will be at risk. The safest thing for us to do, is to quickly turn back and leave him at Kalath. At least you can be assured that there will be someone looking after him.” She picked up another slim stick, snapping it in half and throwing it into the fire, watching as the fire flared for a moment, the fresh wood cracking and popping for a moment before it settled and burned as merrily as the rest of the firewood before she asked, “Do you have some kind of spell that would put Lucky into a magical stasis or some kind? That might be a good alternative.” She looked back up and over at Luna.

(Sorry for the wait. ^^") Location: Hermitage. Izanagi remained mostly silent as Lucius and Daedrin said their goodbyes to each other. “Likewise Lucius. Take care of yourself.” he simply replied in his usual calm tone while nodding slightly at the man before both himself and Daedrin made their way to the stables. Lucky was waiting patiently there, she seemed to be rather calm and happy to be Izanagi again. “Hey there Lucky. Did you sleep well?” Izanagi asked, obviously not expecting an answer from the horse while gently rubbing her nose a little bit. After the slight gesture of affection, it didn’t take Izanagi very long to get ready. Soon, Lucky was saddled once again and Izanagi was riding her, ready to continue their travel to Selil. “Alright, let us keep going, shall we?” he simply said. *Be warned* Odium interrupted *I have a bad feeling.* After hearing this, Izanagi immediately focused his attention in the energies around them *What 's wrong? I can’t sense any sort of dangerous or angelical energy around.* he asked the demon *Me neither. I just… let’s just say it would be best to keep your eyes peeled* Izanagi nodded slightly. As they gained some distance from Hermitage, Izanagi decided it would be best to warn Daedrin about what Odium said “Daedrin, just so you know, Odium said he has a bad feeling. We should keep our eyes wide open” he spoke in a firm yet calm tone.

Warning: This Side Story will contain scenes of a graphic nature. This includes, but is not limited to, Heterosexual sex, dress up, seduction. If you find either of these themes distasteful, then please do not read. Participants: Rowan and Natia Description: Upon reaching Ryn'tur, Rowan and Natia visited Glenda's shop, where Natia bought a surprise for Rowan, despite encountering a problem with a slave owner. They went to the local inn, sat down and had a meal before Natia requested to go to their private room. -x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Rowan remained patiently waiting as Natia seemed to stare blankly up at him. The corner of his lips twitched a little, finding it very endearing. It made him want to draw her into his arms and to kiss those perfect little lips of hers. But he resisted the urge and contented himself with waiting to see what she wanted. When she demanded that he turn around and cover his eyes, he raised an eyebrow at her, “This again?” He asked, his tone light and teasing. He could see that she was looking rather nervous and he hoped his rather lighthearted tone helped put her at ease. He gave her an encouraging smile before he turned around so that he was no longer looking at him. He then reached up and covered his eyes with his hands to ensure that he wasn’t able to peak, even if he was facing her. That said, that didn’t stop his ears to twitch a little as he listened out for her movements. It was cheating a little, since he could hear very well, but he was curious as to what she was wanting to show him. The only thing he could think of, was what she had bought from Glenda’s, but he had not expected her to show him that so soon. He was certainly curious to know what she had gotten, and how she would look in it. Admittedly, he was rather excited, and found himself waiting rather impatiently for her to get changed. One thing was for sure, though, she was undoubtedly going to make it hard for him to leave that evening to look into her potential friend. If she looked anywhere near how she looked in his imagination, it was going to be hard not to spend all night fucking her into the bed. He also had to make a mental note to not break the bed in the process, either.

Welcome to the Creaky Tavern (Age of Conan concept art) Welcome to the Creaky Tavern, a place for roleplayers from all over Craethiel Kingdom to come and gather to talk about their characters and any of their plots. If you are new to the Kingdom of Craethiel, then this is a good place to advertise your character. The Creaky Tavern is perfect to explain a plot that you wish to do inside of the roleplay, and want to invite other roleplayers to join. So, come by and talk to your friends over a drink. Just please remember that things discussed within the Creaky Tavern cannot be known by your characters inside of the roleplay. Come and have fun at The Creaky Tavern. Relevant links: Craethiel Kingdom Roleplay Extra Information Character ID

Craethiel Kingdom (Photographer Steve Highfield) The Craethiel Kingdom is a wild, and untamed land where the monsters and animals of the land rule with an iron fist. Where legends stalk the lands like giants, and myths are the way of the world. A land filled with beauty and wonder, that the unwary traveller would find enchanting and irresistible. A land where the Eldyr’s travelled at will without fear. A land that had seen wars that would strike fear into the sturdiest of souls. It is unwise for an adventurer to strike forth alone for there is little protection beyond the walls of the Great City of Selil, or any of the towns and villagers that dot this harsh and unforgiving land. To the North, lies the huge, imposing peaks of the Therarr Mountains that tower high into the air, as if striving to touch the very heavens themselves. A perfect symbol for the land of Craethiel. Beautiful. Enchanting. Untamable and traversable by only a few. To the East sits the Dynx desert. A barren land of blistering heat and little water. The desert is nearly uncrossable at times due to rolling sand storms and below freezing temperatures at night. To attempt the feat is almost as possible as climbing to the very tallest of the Therarr peaks. To the South lays the forest of Rosayia, a deep thick curtain of darkness that seems to go on for an eternity. Hidden within its depths, are mysteries beyond comprehension, and creatures that would make your nightmares seem tame. For citizens, and travellers alike, this land is filled with wonder and danger. For some, it seems that there is nowhere safe. Be wary, dear traveller, of the land that sings its siren song. You might just meet your end... Skill lever: Advanced Relevant Links: Extra Information (A must read) Character ID Out of Character Rules: EcchiDreams Standard Roleplay Rules, plus: Posts must be at least one paragraph long, with a good amount of detail and with good grammar and spelling (barring mistakes). Anything less than a paragraph, such as a one line post, will be removed and the member in question requested to not do that again. If you consistently post less than a paragraph, then your posts will be removed and you will be asked to leave the roleplay. No one can make a character that is of one of the Epsian/UFF species without my strict permission. Also, non-Epsian/UFF species will not be allowed to wander onto the property of Epsian/UFF species without permission. If a character attempts to trespass, they will be met with potentially lethal hostility. No one can RP as the human King who owns the land. If he is needed for anything, then I will roleplay with them providing that it’s a good plot that doesn’t ruin the flow of the RP. If you want a location put onto the map, then you’re going to need to message me with the details. If I don’t think the suggestion is good enough, or that the extra information you provide is lacking, then I might refuse.