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Barbarian Dirty Pair: Helplessness and Misadventure in Stygia
On any given night, the Souk on Akhet isle was thrumming with activity and commerce, long after the sun had dropped between Stygian dunes and a good ways into the cooling night. Locals and travelers alike mingled on the port island, at favorite dining and relaxation spots like the renowned Serpent’s Head Inn.
Elsewhere, off of Akhet Isle, a foreigner might earn herself death, for to cross to the banks of the Styx unwarranted to the holy city proper was punishable by such. Of course there were easier ways to do so; with one’s throat and wrists clasped firmly in Stygian iron, at the end of a chain leash and helplessly enslaved.
Prisha the Seducer
Name: Prisha
Age:23
Height: 5"7
Race: Aquilonian
Social Class: Freewoman
Occupation: Dancer/Spy
Born from a wealthy family in Old Tarantia, Prisha was to be raised to become a merchant. At the age of 13 she began to accompany her father in journeys that took her around the world, meeting different people and learning the trade. Her father always told her that information is key to one's survival and wealth. At the age of 18, Prisha was in charge of her own trading caravan.
Alone and Hopeless
Wrenella left the house the following afternoon to run more errands for Madam Patrice, once she made her way into the trade post to drop of letters she noticed a familiar man in the corner speaking to a group of people. She then realized it was the man from the Market she had bumped into, her cheeks flushed and she tended to her business and as she went to leave she saw him looking at her as his face showed he recognized her and he winked at her. Her cheeks flushed a darker pink as she headed down the stairs and into the street.
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Kiri: The Misadventures and Exploitations of a Barbarian Slave
- Full Name: Kiri (known as Kirei in Aquilonian records due to a scribe’s error)
- Nicknames: Other than slave, too many to list in mixed company
- Age: 36
- Race: Aquilonian (Brythunian and Æsir)
- Gender: Female
- Hair: Long lunar blonde
- Skin: Pale
- Eyes: Blue-gray
- Height: 5’-8”
- Weight: 103 lbs.; emaciated
- Sexual Orientation: Bisexual and interspecies
7/19 Full t1 Sweep
ok, after the first Haven Hosted raid, I think we should all give it another shot, make this a weekly thing for sure. For this reason i have saved my Dark Templar out for the whole week and will be leading all three tier one raids on Monday, 7/19, at around 7 pm PST.
Reasons are the same as neverlins. Ill go ahead and lead them, unless somebody else wants to, FFA on erping, jokes are allowed, girls no shirts. ;P
If you all would like, and i am totaly game to do this, we can have this be an IC raid, or OOC. IC would be a lot of fun, ill leave that open for response.
So Rsvp here just by commenting after it and lets have a fun monday night.
Come and Get the Mad LOOTZ!!
Atrlion
Full Name: Atrlion Baneheart
Nick Names: Gladiator, Asuran.
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: 35
Race: AQ/ Oriphain
Gender: Male
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Yellow
Skin: Light Tan
Height: 5'11
Weight: 190 lbs
Dinner For One
Everything was neat and elegant, just as he liked it.
The granite dining table set with a complete service of silver-gilt flatware, rich cut glass, and fine burgundy napkins of the softest silk. The Necromancer sat motionless at the head of the ornate table, his index fingers pressed to his lips in thought. The lengthy candles cradled in a pair of five-branched candelabras were burnt down to mere stubs.* Covered plates containing his favorite dish had long grown cold. He finally let out a long, disappointed sigh, resigning himself to the obvious.
That mendacious cunt had stood him up.
The Hero (Part 2)
Khama-Srim
She was running across the lily fields to greet the coming caravan. Memories are hazy, like watching through dirty glass. But the smell of the lilies crosses the illusions of time much swifter. It was heavy, ripe, intoxicating. The sweetness of it overpowered by the swarming dizziness of spring, when all of nature is fucking itself. On the northern grasslands of Aquilonia, the virility was most charged. Oh—the camels! The shagged wagon haulers she remembered well. They stank of withered rope and Khama wondered at the time if everything from Stygia smelled like that.
Khasantos ran behind her, a victim of her spring friskiness…Reaching the wagons, her father greeted her. Pot bellied, short, and hairy as a bear, he was like most Zingarans. Also like most Zingarans, he was a hard bargainer with a keen eye for value. On seeing his daughter he smiled and helped her up to the wagon he was driving, Khasantos ran next to them.
Dust in the wind
has merger news already killed RP on hyperboria?
I havent seen this place (or the server for that matter) so dead since....since.....well ever.
A Mitran Missionary - Thoughts on Slavery (NSFW)
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War
This book was created for the community to add events and stories in some chronological form to the current war between the right and wrong. Who belongs under each title is up for debate with each side telling their tale as being the most just. What do you have to offer to the epic war that is tearing down alliances and brining forth heroes of our days at a neck breaking speeds? Stay a while and help us document the events as they unfold.
Vhaelon Captured (Part I)
As Vhaelon exited his office, he pointedly had to ignore the boggled look on the guards’ faces. Stepping lightly through the corridor, behind him he could hear the two starting to whisper to each other: “He’s nae wearin’ any armor!” the first whispered, to which the other responded quietly: “Nae, ye know the ol’ stick-up-the-arse, he must be wearin’ somethin’ underneath tha’ fancy garb”, likely followed by a nudge between the two. Vhaelon knew the two well, or as well as one could know the guards at the Fort, and couldn’t hold it against them, really. He had stood guard often enough himself, and the mind-blowing boredom that it caused made even the smallest event worthy of hours of discussion. Turning the corner, he chuckled to himself, looking down.
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Last Tesso Night
Hello.
I just wanted to post this to let you know that it was not my intention atleast to make you feel as if you were "griefed" at last friday's Tesso roleplaying event. That wasn't my intention at all. Infact, I didn't even realize that it was underway and had totally forgotten that the event was held there weekly until a member of Invicta requested I come and bring as many people as I could with me. I assumed that they wanted to colaborate on some type of IC storyline or consentual PvP between our two groups, and that train of thought was reinforced when upon zoning I heard a shout asking for a raid invite.(excuse my ignorance if joining a raid is what you normally do during Tesso night)
Abiah Salahsh
((This background has sexual content and is not safe for viewing if you are under eighteen, against reading such things, or at work. Please do not continue if any of those things are true. Remember that these are not things that are widely known, besides the general looks and such of the character. Find out all about these things ICly in game or through Forum RP.))
Character Description:
Character Name:
Abiah Salahsh
Character Age
: 15
Character Race:
Stygian
Character Class:
Tempest of Set
SocialClass / Occupation:
Malkah /Spiritual Leader
Vasere
((This is all OOC, None of this will be taken In Characterly. If you approach my character and spout off knowing any of this, I will ignore you. This is here ONLY to establish myself as a roleplayer and to get my name out to the community. This is not to be used or taken ICLY. PLEASE do not. If you want to get to know her, feel free to speak to her. I love roleplay and accept it anytime. Feel free to send me a tell if you'd like to create a storyline.))
The Pilgrimage
Kyri, a young and newly ordained priestess of the god Mitra, leaves the relative safety of the Temple of Tarantia to test her faith in dangerous wilds of Hyboria. Falling in as a companion to a troop of mercenaries, Ordo Invicta, the brutal truths of life in their bloody world will make her question every aspect of her beliefs.
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