MagnificentBastard

Welcome. I am a big fan of constructs/automatons, I do hope they are rare, don't want to fight many of them.

Happy to hear suggestions, if I recall correctly Rasputin was said to be a member.

I will probably take it as a trait, magic and not sure what else probably manipulative or charismatic. As you know I enjoying playing Dominant of dubious morality and I feel wealth/sense of entitlement fits well with that idea. It will probably be less of an expy of Crowley and more my take on the idea.

I think you can see why I want to play someone like him. Sex so good it's literally magic.

@IsabellaRose I think you have great handle on everything, I understand you idea of not explaining were magic comes from but I just want to make sure if I do play a deviant British aristocract with some semblance of magic that I won't unwittingly be a servant of Cthulhu and go insane. I also don't want to use native American source partially because I don't know anything about it but it also feels like appropriation.

@IsabellaRose How are we handling player wealth? I am thinking my character could be part of the British aristocracy but not sure if that would work well.

I couldn't agree more.

I want to preface what bellow that nothing is a deal breaker for me, and what I put in sections are just personal preferences or suggestions. I WANT - Saloon, balls, horses, trains, these in my opinion are vital for that western feel. - Automaton horses, zepellins, promiscuity these are things that other people have suggested and I second them, in particular I think zeppelins would be an easy way to bring characters from Europe, Asia and the like into our location, and for us to travel without much friction. And promiscuity and debauchery are my bread and butter. - Alternative history, I think this is a good idea. - Steampunk prosthetics and guns, these seem to me, like a natural conclusion of merging Western with Steampunk. If miners suffer a cave i and loose a limb they may be forced to take an experimental replacement, seems logical as well that a gun may be hidden inside a mechanical arm. These also seems to fit the Frankenstein/Nikola Tesla angle. - To bring an element of the supernatural, if you think of Lovecraft his stories include either bizarre cults, ancient artifacts and/or places to be studied and I think objects of an ancient civilization or unknown origin being found in our location and because of that, people flock to the location, it's own gold rush but fir mysterious things, of course you can also gold on top of that. - Lawlessness, I think one of the things that makes a western feel like a western is this sense of lawlessness, I think this also helps with horror and erotica. All my characters would be attracted to such a place fot different reasons. The detective because there would be a lot of work, the scientist because he could conduct experiments there, and the Crowley expy would be attracted to the anything goes feel of the place. DO NOT WANT - Zombies, vampires, werewolves, furries, I just dont think they fit the tone, I could the as one offs, but its not something I want to focus on.

I am a little swamped with work this week, but once the weekend comes I'll edit this with my take. @IsabellaRose Thank you for all the work you have done with this.

Not sure what Prudence Lawton's legacy is? A Google search didn't help me either. As for me, the Wild West is contemporary with Victorian Era, and so I am leaning more into that with steam punk. It's not a deal breaker just were my mind is at. Ill play a human make maybe with a mechanical arm, but nothing crazy.

To make your life easier, a unique Distinction per character is enough. Though I would have to look at the list to know for sure. As for my character I will probably dedicate up to 2/3 of its resources to lewdness.

Thank for this it's quite interesting. How many Distinctions and Specialities would each player the usual three each?

I completely understand, sharing something so personal and intimate can be overwhelming. But if you are with the right people it can be a lot of fun. One thing I would suggest, (for everyone really), is to define your characters limits in its sheet/post. People can always refer to that when they interact with you.

Ah well you know me, I am basically a hedonistic pervert mascarading as a writer/roleplayer.

I havent decided I have a few concepts, depends on who or what we end up doing: - An esoteric detective of occult/erotic mysteries. - A Kevorkian scientist that has experiment on himself to increase his intelligence. - An expy of Alistair Crawley focused heavily on the idea of sex to power spells.

Do you want us to vote? I would prefer 2, 4, 7 or 10. I would like us all be able to travel, I dont think our characters should have any sort of prestablished relationship until we use the Pathways system.

This is a good list.

Am I understandimg correctly will Miro handle the rolling too? If not how are we handling it?

Fair enough, if you need help let me know, I believe you will find I have more than enough experience

Don't over stretch yourself, either way, you may want to consider one or two GM helpers, (or whatever the Cortex appropriate term is).

Twisted Anniversary In the dimly lit, intimate restaurant, nestled within the luxurious hotel, Lily and Rose celebrated their first anniversary. The soft glow of candlelight danced across their faces as they shared a tender kiss on the edge of the dance floor, lost in the joy of their connection. Rose, in a figure-hugging crimson dress that showcased her hourglass figure, and Lily, in a daringly low-cut black gown that accentuated her ample cleavage, were a vision of sensual elegance. The air was thick with romance, the murmur of conversation, and the subtle rhythm of the music. Then, he appeared. Marcus, a silver-haired fox with eyes that held a predatory gleam, his gaze lingering on the curve of Rose's ass, the swell of Lily's tits. A wave of anger surged through Rose, a primal urge to tell this entitled, sexist asshole to fuck off, to remind him that they were not objects to be ogled. But as her eyes met his, something shifted within her, a strange, almost hypnotic pull that momentarily silenced her righteous indignation. Instead, ruled by the intensity of his gaze, she found herself flirting, with the man that was sexualizing her so openly. "Enjoying the view?" she purred, her voice a husky invitation as she subtly bent over, presenting her ass to his appreciative gaze. Marcus's lips curved into a knowing smile. 'What the hell is she doing?' Lily thought, a knot of confusion tightening in her stomach as she watched her lesbian girlfriend openly flirting with an older man. Then she met Marcus's gaze, a flicker of something unreadable passing between them, a mischievous glint sparked in her eyes, and she interjected, "Why don't you skip the appetizers and join us back at our room? We will give you a much better view." As she spoke, she moved closer to Marcus, deliberately brushing her body against his, her breasts pressing against his arm, her hips swaying suggestively. Rose's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and revulsion fluttering in her chest. 'Did she really just invite him back to our room? On our fucking anniversary?' As they led Marcus towards the elevators, his hands, emboldened by their blatant invitations, settled possessively on their asses, his fingers groping and kneading the soft flesh beneath their dresses, sending shivers of both pleasure and unease down their spines. Lily, a flicker of fear momentarily clouding her eyes, nervously blurted out, "We should probably tell you...we're lesbians," the words barely audible above the pounding of her heart but as her gaze locked with Marcus's, the words seemed to lose their meaning, replaced by a desperate need for his approval, a primal urge to please him. "But that just means we're expert cock-teasing sluts," her voice trembled with a mixture of apprehension and excitement, her body betraying her with a subtle sway towards him. Rose, horrified by Lily's sudden capitulation and her own inexplicable attraction to this man, could only stare in disbelief. 'What the hell is happening to us?' she thought, a wave of nausea washing over her as she watched her girlfriend practically offering herself to a stranger. But then, she met Marcus's gaze, and the revulsion seemed to melt away, replaced by a strange, almost hypnotic allure, a desperate need to compete for his attention. His fingers were now tracing the outline of her thighs, sending jolts of electricity through her veins. "Actually," she interjected, her voice barely a whisper, "Lily's the only cock-tease, since she's a virgin and hasn't had a cock in any of her holes...yet," her words laced with a mixture of envy and a desperate hope for his approval, advertising her girlfriend's purity like a prized possession, a sacrifice to appease the silver-haired god before them. His hand now slid up her back, his thumb caressing the sensitive skin just above her thong, and she found herself leaning into his touch, betraying everything she believed in. The threesome made it to the hotel suit, the carefully constructed facade of their relationship shattered completely. It was no longer about love, but about raw, animalistic lust, a desperate need for Marcus's approval. They tore at each other's clothes with a frenzied desperation, ripping seams, tearing fabric, driven by a primal urge to expose themselves, to offer themselves as to abusive dominant man who had invaded their lives. Lily, her eyes glazed with a mixture of fear and excitement, fumbled with the zipper of Rose's dress, revealing her creamy back, her ass practically begging to be spanked. Rose, in turn, ripped at the buttons of Lily's blouse, exposing her tits, their nipples already hard and begging to be sucked. They fell to their knees, facing each other, their bodies pressed close, their mouths meeting in a desperate, hungry kiss. It was nothing like the tender embraces they had shared before, but a performance for Marcus's benefit, a desperate attempt to prove their worth as nothing more than holes to be filled. They fell into a 69 position, their tongues exploring each other with a newfound intensity, their bodies writhing in a desperate attempt to please him. As they cock-teased each other, their fingers delving deep into each other's wet pussies, they began to degrade each other, using the intimate knowledge they had gained over the past year as weapons, betraying their relationship and their dignity. "Remember that time you cried because you couldn't come?" Rose whispered, her voice laced with venom as she flicked her tongue against Lily's clit. "Guess you just needed a real man to show you how it's done." Lily, tears welling in her eyes, retaliated with a cruel jab of her own her fingers digging into Rose's wet cunt. "Maybe now 'Ill finally learn what real pleasure feels like, instead of your prudish touch!." Each word was a betrayal, a violation, their bodies and their souls offered as sacrifices on the altar of Marcus's lust. Marcus watched with a detached amusement as Rose, her face flushed with a mixture of shame and exhilaration, looked into his eyes, a desperate plea for violation shone within them, her hands suddenly spreading her ass cheeks, displaying her virgin hole to him like a prized possession before shouting "Rape her," her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Take her, break her, make her yours." Lily, surprised and humiliated turned her head to meet Marcus's gaze, her eyes suddenly pleading for his approval, for his validation. "We've just been waiting for a real man to claim us, to own us, to show us what we've been missing." Her words were a complete betrayal of everything she had ever stood for, a desperate attempt to rewrite her past, to erase her identity in the hopes of becoming worthy of his desire. A predatory glint sparked in Marcus's eyes as he approached Lily, his presence radiating power and dominance. He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're right," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "You're mine now." Without another word, he roughly shoved his fingers into her wetness, stretching her, preparing her for the violation to come. Lily cried out, a mixture of pain and anticipation, her body arching towards him in a desperate plea. He didn't bother with foreplay, with tenderness, with anything that resembled human connection. He was there to claim her, to break her, to mark her as his own. With a brutal thrust, he plunged into her virgin depths, tearing through the delicate membrane, claiming her virginity with a violent disregard for her pain. Lily screamed, a piercing cry that echoed through the suite, a sound that was both a protest and a surrender. "Yes!" she shrieked, her voice laced with a perverse pleasure. "Fuck me, harder! I'm yours!" Rose, watching from the sidelines, felt a pang of guilt, a flicker of remorse for what they had done, for what they had become. But the guilt was quickly overshadowed by a surge of envy, a burning desire to experience the same brutal pleasure, to feel Marcus's power coursing through her veins. She also felt a surge of lust as she watched Lily being taken, her body writhing and contorting in a way she had never seen before. The allure of Marcus's power, the intoxicating thrill of transgression, quickly drowned out any lingering doubts. They were his now, body and soul, and there was no turning back. "Oh, God, Rose," Lily moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. "He's fucking me so hard, Rose! I love being owned like this! This is what I was meant for!" The words were a cruel twist of the knife, a final act of betrayal that sealed their fate, shattering the illusion of their love and leaving them both utterly broken and completely at his mercy. The rest of the night spiraled into a sickening haze of degradation and desperate submission. Rose, consumed by a frantic need to prove her worth and outdo Lily's devotion, brazenly offered him her virgin ass, spreading her cheeks wide, her eyes pleading for his brutal attention. He obliged without hesitation, his cock a blunt instrument tearing through her unyielding flesh, the searing pain a shocking counterpoint to the perverse pleasure that bloomed within her. She bit back screams, her body arching and contorting as he pounded into her, each thrust a violation, a further erosion of her former self, yet she welcomed it, craving the oblivion it offered, the complete annihilation of her will. Lily, not to be outdone, sucked his balls, her body slick with sweat and tears, her moans a desperate symphony of pleasure and pain. Afterward, they both knelt before him, their bodies trembling with exhaustion, their faces streaked with mascara and shame. Driven by a strange sense of duty, a perverse desire to please their new master, they dutifully licked his semen from their ravaged holes, their tongues tracing the contours of their violated flesh. It was a final, humiliating act of devotion, a testament to their complete and utter surrender, their transformation into nothing more than his playthings. The taste of his seed, thick and salty, lingered on their tongues, a constant reminder of their transgression, their descent into the depths of depravity. They woke the next morning to an empty suite, the opulent surroundings now feeling like a gilded cage. The scent of him lingered in the air like a phantom caress, a constant reminder of what they had done, of what they had become. He was gone, vanished without a trace, leaving their lives shattered into a million pieces. Their bodies ached with a dull, throbbing pain, a physical manifestation of the violation they had endured. But it was the emptiness within, the hollowness in their souls, that was truly devastating. Their holes and souls craved his touch, his dominance, his brutal possession, forever marked by the experience, forever bound to his memory. They knew, with a chilling certainty, that they could never truly be together again, not in the way they once were. Their love, their connection, had been irrevocably tainted, twisted into something dark and perverse. They could only exist together now as broken things, as fucktoys, their only connection the shared memory of his abuse, the knowledge that they could only find solace, only find a twisted sense of intimacy, under the watchful eye of a man, a master, who would degrade and control them, forever. The anniversary was over, and the future stretched before them, a bleak and desolate landscape of broken dreams and shattered identities, forever defined by the night they surrendered to their darkest desires.

I have been looking to learn new TTRPG systems and I already know how great a written you are, assuming you are okay with my lackluster knowledge of the rules and we can get a balanced party, I am more than interested.

WickedCadrach is in my experience one of the best roleplay partners in the whole site. Her replies are always full of detail, and eroticism, able to steer the plot at hand in the right direction and a delight to read. Her creativity and her ability to maintain and increase sexual tension are second to none. Despite clearly being busy, outside of our roleplays, she has shown herself to be kind, comminicative, clear on her needs and expectations and patient when awaiting for replies. There's never a dull moment when she is around! 5 out of 5!

I like this idea.

@IsabellaRose Do you want us to write the option in the challenge section or directly in your story?