Cimmeria (RP-PvP)

Hello again! 

It's nice to see the site restarted.  I hope it will be well-used for coordination and general discussion. 

We (in Imperium) have some new stuff we're trying to get started, and some other new stuff we've been trying to kick off for about a year now - but we just keep getting detoured by having to deal with other crap. 

Back on topic, hello!  And if you're on Cimmeria look for me (Sendra or Briesse) and we'll see what kind of relationships and stories we can develop and intertwine.  :)

WAKE THE HELL UP!

Brudi's here, i got plans, and i very well plan on seeing them through, either with a group behind me, or with a Black Bag over my shoulder full of severed arms and legs!!

Another announcement is soon to be made, but you know what, im not gonna entirely wait for it. The shit is gonna go down hard, and like this:

==taken from another forums, and will be also posted in AOC Forums shortly==

I am looking for those interested in participating as villains for an ongoing RP plotline in the following capacities:

• Hired mercenary soldiers and/or thugs (yes you will be paid for real in terms of game wealth)
• Hired assassins and spies (yes you will be paid for real in terms of game wealth)
• Sorcerers seeking infernal and/or necromantic occult knowledge (there will be at least one, overall, sorcerous goal to achieve involving research, journeys, rituals and other magicky doings)
• Priests of Set forsaking the 'traditional' non-proselytizing approach of the Priesthood who want a return of Stygia to empire as it was 1,000+ years before the 'Age of Conan'.
• Anyone else generally interested in taking a role in lawful evil villainy.

Those interested, please post here and include what sort of villainy you are most interested in being part of.

The surface of the water is troubled. Silver glides through the pool of tears in great pain and sorrow. She opens her mind and consumes the liquid like a tonic, heightening her visionary command, sharpening her sight. Around her the waters fade and form shadows mingled with the cries of desperation and despair. The supernatural elements resonate and surround her here, and the shaman begins to see the scorched and barren sands of Kheshatta whose grains are tainted with darkening stain.

The vision unfolds and she listens to its distress. Harkening to the deep acumen, it reveals the spirit of the woman wondering the desert, her belly swollen with child. She cries out to the darkness and hears silence in answer. The woman stumbles to knee. The child comes. Silver wonders who calls to her spirit as she doubles in pain to labor the birthing of the One...

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!!

Greetings to those of the Age of Conan role playing community!

I googled up AoC roleplay and was lead here, so I thought a "dedicated" site to role play would be the best place to ask my questions about the game, and its current RP status, etc.

Full Name: Rohierim
Nick Names:  Roh

Age: 27
Race: Aquilonian
Gender: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Light Tan
Height: 5' 5''
Weight:197 lbs

Place of Residence: I do like spending my down time on a bench in the common area of Old Tarantia.

Place of Birth: Old Tarantia
Known Relatives: Mother Celia

Group/Guild Association: Cymbrogi
Guild Rank: Knight, Patrol Leader, Recruiter

Religion/Philosophy: Praise the Mitra for the strength given to me!
Occupation: Soldier/Guardian

Weapons of Choice:  Short Sword and Shield. Sometimes a spear does the job well.
Enemies: All followers of Lol.

Ok.  Posting a link here as well because things tend to get drowned out in the official forums.

Into the Sightless Vortex is open for all to enjoy.

Thanks everyone!

>monk

God I hope I'm doing this right. This blog format thing...well...I are confuse.

Anyhow. I have rolled a new Khitan character...I have had much more fun with her in the few (19) levels I've hammered out than I would have expected. However, a little reading of the Mongoose book on Khitai suggests that to not be ostracised by polite society she'd need an okay from a husband or father to pursue her goals of sending suitable sacrifices to Yun and collecting little mementos from them with OCD zeal. While I could make either of those relatives up and have them conveniently absent, it would be even more fun to have a real person on the other end.

I do not care which role you'd want to fulfull -- hubby or daddy dearest -- and I do not care whether young/old, hot or not. You just gotta have the right plumbing (ICly...I don't give two hoots what your RL gender is) :D

Um. Stuff you'd need to keep in mind:

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

Full Name: Ago Mem
Nick Names:  Commonly goes by  Ryth. Has gone by Atrlion (dead brother) and Eulric Heartripper (cimmerian cover)
Date of Birth: Unknown
Age: 20
Race: AQ/ Oriphain
Gender: Male
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Yellow
Skin: Light Tan
Height: 5.10
Weight:175 lbs

Place of Residence: None, has been known to stay at the Snake Head Inn on 'Bussiness'

Place of Birth: Potain
Known Relatives: Atrlion (deceased)

Group/Guild Association: The Brotherhood of Darkness, Shadow Eye.
Guild Rank: IC Eliminator, ooc officer.

Religion/Philosophy: N/A (khitain, need to research, however he was taught by the shadows of jade, so any help/info on this would be great.)
Occupation: Spy (Most common cover= Text Merchant)

Weapons of Choice:  One handed Sword,  Wrist Daggers (emergency use only) and Crossbow.
Enemies: Unknown

The Wedding Reception

The stink of the seashore loomed heavily in the humid night air as Neverlin took another long swig from the bottle of blackberry wine. Smacking his lips, he slunk against the side of an abandoned warehouse. He strained to keep his eyes open as the soporific effects of the sweet liquor dulled his senses.  Normally, he did not condone drinking to excess, being a firm believer in keeping one’s facilities optimal.

But it had been a particularly tough week and the life he led now seemed a grim caricature of the one he envisioned.  So he sighed and indulged himself with another swallow.

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.

Hot Gardack Nights

A mosquito zipped and buzzed about the mammothskin tent, bumping up futilely against the soot covered ceiling searching for an escape.  Neverlin sighed, dabbing the moister from his forehead with a silk napkin and sunk deeper into an arrangement of satin pillows.  Even in the late evening the sticky hot weather was intolerable, and he was sweating like a virgin in the Pyramid of Ancients.  A pile of searing red coals in the center of the tent certainly didn’t help matters either. The mosquito dove towards him suddenly, perilously close, but still just out of the Necromancer’s grasp. With a blink, Neverlin snuffed the life force out of the tiny insect and watched it spiral downward onto the smoldering coals, incinerating it with a faint sizzle.

He really hated the swamps.

[Keptah]: "Can you see it ahead of us?" **He asks Cymera**

[Cymera]: yes *she eyes him with a smirk because he looks to be hiding in the bushes*

[Keptah]: "What is it you see?"

[Keptah]: "I ask."

[Cymera]: i assume you are speaking of the ship

[Cymera]: *her eyebrow arches in interest*

[Keptah]: "And it is why you are incorrect, Cymera..."

[Cymera]: what is it you speak of then?

[Keptah]: "Death, war, souls to be left for wandering... Chaos... I see these things as mere objectives which we, meaning; you and I, must come to pass and complete... Together..."

[Keptah]: "You and I, we are one... United... We are legion, yet in two forms... Not one."

[Keptah]: "Twice as strong..."

[Keptah]: "My goals are yours."

[Keptah]: "And yours are mine..."