IsabellaRose

horny stepbro

Should we change the subject to get others involved?

Assuming our world is for an ED roleplay, I'm happy to have any species we come up with capable of interbreeding. I like what you've done. It's unique and interesting and gives us a good place to build more. I'd like to give some brief outlines to a few areas like that. Then, when we know the other species look like, how they travel and interact with the world around them, we can figure out what kinds of trade routes they would need. In fact, what if everyone who is interested in this project comes up with their own unique culture and species like that, then we try to see how they all work together. Also, I'm inclined to come up with something other than element + "mage" - it still feels a little too close to Avatar, like we're just substituting "mage" for "bender", you know? But that could just be me. Did we decide if there are "plain old humans" on our world?

Do you think I joined on my birthday?

fuck, but without any weird panties

The knight’s boots thunder down the stairs behind you, but you don’t hesitate, you don’t think, you just move. You veer left, heart hammering, raises your arms up in front of your face, and launch yourself through the window. Glass shatters and explodes outward as you fly out into the day. There is a moment of panicked freefall as the cool outside air hits you and you see everything in a freeze-frame moment. Enemy guards in the courtyard below look upward at the sound, shards of glass reflect the sunlight all around you as blood wells in tiny lacerations all up and down your arms, your feet pedal at nothing below you, and then the moment is past. Your feet hit the sloped tiles of the roof outside and you skid and slide on the moss-covered tiles as glass tinkles down around you. Your slippers were not made for this kind of thing, and you lose your balance, falling onto your backside. You see the edge of the roof getting closer as you slide slowly to a stop. For a moment, you lie there, breathless, the rough tiles pressing into your bottom and palms. Then you hear a crash behind you. "Damn it!" the knight snarls from inside. He sees you. He's climbing into the window frame, ready to come out onto the roof after you. You push yourself up, the wind whipping at your hair, your balance uncertain on the angled roof. The sloping roof circles around the tower, and you know just around that lies the gardens, perhaps a softer landing in the manicured topiary. Below, the castle grounds stretch, but a sea of enemies is down there before you make it to the outer walls. You can see a lower rooftop, part of an adjoining tower. You might make the jump, but it's a frightening distance. The world feels too open, too exposed, but there’s no time to think. You have to keep moving. Behind you, the knight is making is way through the window frame. "There’s nowhere to run, Princess!" he barks. But he’s wrong. There’s always somewhere to run. If you choose to run across the steep slates of the roof, and try to reach the far side of the castle to climb down into the gardens, click here. If you brave the long leap to the lower rooftop of the adjoining tower, click here. If you try to climb down into the courtyard and hope you can evade the soldiers, click here.

a cup of hot tea and a wastebasket full of used tissues... my poor nose. I'm so sick!

Why do you want to know what I did on my birthday?

Fuck, just because.

I've been thinking about this one, and I have to say... not guilty. Even the worst movies can be entertaining in a weird way (MST3K anyone?). I also can't help but really dig some badfilm and sleaze sometimes. My brain must just be wired wrong. The next person would rather be somewhere else right now.

hyper drive

You make your choice in an instant and dart into the second room, making immediately for the hidden passage. Your feet barely skim the stone as you pivot sharply, lunging through the open doorway to your left. The room is a wreck, its once-grand furniture smashed to splinters, books and papers scattered across the floor. Dust swirls in the air, disturbed by your frantic movements. Behind you, the knight’s boots thunder down the stairs. "Now, now, Princess. I see you!" Your hands fly to the bookshelf, trailing along the carved wood until... there. Your fingers find the notch, pressing inward with all your strength. Click. The shelf groans open, revealing the narrow, pitch-dark passage beyond. Without hesitation, you dive inside, pulling the edge of the bookshelf shut behind you. Darkness engulfs you. You press yourself against the stone wall, heart hammering, listening. "Where did you go?" The knight’s voice is inside the room you just left, dripping with amusement, but you hear the frustration beneath it. He’s close. You hold your breath. You hear nothing for a beat, but then... a crash. He overturns furniture, kicks something aside, muttering curses under his breath. He doesn’t know about the passage. Not yet. You hear his boots move away, his voice fading as he searches elsewhere. He doesn’t know where you are. You are safe, for now. The air in the passage is musty and cold, the scent of damp stone and dust wrapping around you. The walls are narrow, pressing in on either side as you take a tentative step forward, then another. Somewhere in the distance, water drips. The sound echoes too loud in the confined space. You know these passages, you used to play in them a a child. Once you found one, the maze of hidden corridors became your playground, to the consternation of your nanny and your fathers' staff. But in the dark, memory and reality are two different things. The passages run through and beneath the castle, a maze of concealed corridors and twisting stairwells behind hidden doors. You should remember, but it's been a long time since you've been inside the passages in this wing of the castle. You come to a fork. Stairs lead down to the left, toward the lower levels, deeper into the bowels of the castle, and to the right another passage leads toward the library, near the outer halls and a chance at escape. If you go down you might find supplies, a weapon, a way to survive longer in hiding. If you go out you might find a way to escape entirely. If you take the stairs down into the lower levels, click here <link forthcoming> If you take the passage toward the library and possible escape, click here <link forthcoming>

chess club

passionate sex

You make your choice in an instant. The door at the end of the hall. Every instinct screams that the quickest way out is straight ahead, no hesitation. You sprint forward, feet pounding against the stone floor, breath ragged in your throat. The ruined hallway stretches before you, littered with shattered furniture, torn banners, and broken weapons. The air is thick with the smell of ash, blood, and something burning. Behind you, the knight is still coming. His boots thunder against the stairs, his laughter rolling through the corridor like a predator toying with his prey. "Run, little princess. Run faster." You don't look back. You slam your shoulder into the heavy wooden doors at the end of the hall, and they burst open, spilling you into the day outside. The cool air hits your skin, and for the briefest moment, you think you’ve made it. You’re free. Then you see them. Soldiers. A dozen of them, waiting just beyond the steps, their armor gleaming under the moonlight. Their surcoats bear the sigil of House Edrington, the golden lion standing proud against a field of deep blue. You skid to a halt, your breath freezing in your throat. Too many. Too well-armed. One of them spots you first, his eyes widening. "The princess!" he shouts. The others turn. Swords are drawn as they close in, and behind you, the knight still closing in. You're trapped. Your mind races, thinking through possibilities as you quickly look around. The soldiers move in. If you want to jump from the stairs and down the sloping side of the castle toward the gardens, through the hedge maze, and lose them in the forest beyond, click here. <link forthcoming> If you want to try to get down the stairs and head right toward the stables, hoping there’s still a horse left and ride your way to freedom, click here. <link forthcoming> If you surrender to the group of soldiers and throw yourself on their mercy, click here. <link forthcoming>

party dress

tiny dancer

I agree completely. When I said "societies" I meant more like "secret societies" and organizations.

I feel like we've turned this into "TTRPG game building" instead of world-building, because we're both focusing on mechanics and what to roll, etc. Which, you know, I'm having a blast, but I think we might be leaving anyone else who wants to participate in the dust? Maybe I'm wrong. I'd like to take a step back from that, and just make the world. Once we know what the world is, how things work, we can pick a system that fits, or design one around what we want. So we have: The world is a globe. There are no detectable gods. They might be there, they might be made up, but nobody knows for sure. (although some cultures may ascribe various elemental powers to "gods") The world is based on elements, and everyone is attuned to one element. Void (the core harmony of the universe, the formless potential at The Source), Air, Water, Life (biology, botany, things that grow and are bound by the order of their structure), Earth, Fire. The elements map to "abilities": Void = Mental Strength/Willpower; Air = Intellect; Water = Strength; Life = Empathy/Wisdom; Earth = Constitution/Toughness; Fire = Agility The elements are the basis of "magic", and also the basis for schools of martial arts, trades, everything. Everyone is attuned in an element and strong in an element, not necessarily always the same element. Magic can be enhanced with rituals (longer duration, adding more mages, etc.), totems/focus items, sacrifices, strong emotions, etc. Each culture would likely have their own ways of doing things. Questions we have not yet answered: As we start looking at who lives here, are humans present or is everything here unique to it? Was there some other civilization(s) that fell in eons past, and little trinkets of technology remain to confound magical philosophers and theorists? (I'm looking at you, Tekumel...) And if there was an ancient civilization, was its collapse the slow work of entropy or an apocalyptic disaster that gave rise to the current world. What kinds of rituals (coming of age, religious, etc.) are there around people discovering which element they're attuned to? What societies exist because the members are strong in certain elements?

my body

Guilty. There are just too many good things to eat to have a favorite. But I feel that way about favorite anything. Favorites are too hard for me. I like too much stuff. The next person has a favorite movie.

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Not guilty. I could eat a burger a day! Next person loves peanut butter and jelly!

As a little kid, always guilty... the controller still had wires! Since I had my own place and wireless controllers, not guilty. The next person doesn't like tuna fish sandwiches.

Not guilty, although I wish I were. I have to travel some for work, and my girlfriend drags me out far more often than I'd normally go out on my own. The next person loves bean bag chairs!