- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- After 11pm EST
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Transgender
- Futanari
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Yuri, Yaoi (if there is a crossdresser), Furry, Romance, School Life, Fantasy, Sci Fi, Modern, etc. I'm pretty open minded
As you enter the Silver Blade Tavern you are met with cacophony of music and chatter. The whole building seems crowded with people of different social status. Their clothing ranged from rags to more expensive fabrics. Stationed around the floor are men and women armored and armed looking upon the revelry stoically. Hard to tell by appearance alone if they're just hired muscle or Arkaley town guards but by their expression, they don't seem to be the talkative type. To add on to the entertainment are several drunks trying to sing in unison very poorly. To the citizens of Arkaley, this is just another evening in the Sapphire Kingdom.
Soon your eyes meet the person you read to contact at the quest board towards the beginning of town. The person in question called themselves Beleng Greenwood. Apparently they were a half elf belonging to one of the more successful acting troupes that frequent Arkaley’s stage. The half elf seems surrounded by female admirers swooning over every little thing he says, captivated by his charming smile. Though as you approach his smile broadens as he waves the ladies away to allow you to have a seat. “Ah! If I am not mistaken you're here for the job hmm? How do I know? Well I have a sense for such things!” He says giving you a grin of pearly white teeth. “Sit sit now. Allow me to introduce myself! I am Beleng Greenwood of Zazari’s acting troupe! Now don't be too baffled but I am the best actor of the troupe.” He says flipping his golden locks.
His cheerful and carefree persona gives way to a more somber expression as he takes a drink of ale. “As you may have read on the board, my counterpart was taken away by a group of bandits on our way to Arakaley, along with some valuables. They're the same bandits the town guards have been dealing with here and there. They're hiding out in that abandon town, Ul, I think it was? I know someone who would be willing to take you close enough to the town. But if you can find her and bring her back safely, I will pay you handsomely.” Beleng takes another drink before smiling once more. “Hmm since you seem like the adventuring type, would you mind telling me a little about yourself? My troupe is getting ready to put on a new play detailing the events of some legendary heroes who started off with humble beginnings and I could use some inspiration for my character. Come on, I promise you'll get a honorable mention.”
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(For Falcon)
How many days has it been now? Or has time even passed? Maybe it really doesn't matter down here in this cold damp cellar the bandits keep you under lock and key. The only time you get to see light is by your captors’ torchlight when they’re kind enough to bring you some food and water. It may not be what you're use to but it beats starving.
Your taken away from your thoughts at the familiar sound of the cellar door opening. But this time instead of food, you can see a male dressed in tattered clothing in the glow of the torchlight. “Thought you were smart eh? You're gonna rot in here with the rats but at least you got company.” The bandit snickers as he pushes him down the staircase. As the cellar door closes, the man tries to get to his feet only to collapse to the ground.
The man looks towards the sound of your voice and chuckles at any sign of concern in your tone. “Glad to have some company in this hell. My name is Allen Smith. I was looking for my sister and got a tip that she could be here.” The man says weakly followed by coughing. “How about you miss? Seems like we'll be spending time together mind as well get to know each other hm?” He chuckles but soon groans at his pain.
Name:
Race: (Elf, Dwarf, Human, Orc, Lykin (feline or canine humanoid), or others upon request)
Gender:
Appearance: (Fantasy pic or equivalent)
Home Nation: (Emerald, Sapphire, or Ruby Kingdom, Golden Empire, Desert Kingdom.)
Bio: ( three or more paragraphs)
Other: (any other noteworthy info about your character like any magic they practice)
Soon your eyes meet the person you read to contact at the quest board towards the beginning of town. The person in question called themselves Beleng Greenwood. Apparently they were a half elf belonging to one of the more successful acting troupes that frequent Arkaley’s stage. The half elf seems surrounded by female admirers swooning over every little thing he says, captivated by his charming smile. Though as you approach his smile broadens as he waves the ladies away to allow you to have a seat. “Ah! If I am not mistaken you're here for the job hmm? How do I know? Well I have a sense for such things!” He says giving you a grin of pearly white teeth. “Sit sit now. Allow me to introduce myself! I am Beleng Greenwood of Zazari’s acting troupe! Now don't be too baffled but I am the best actor of the troupe.” He says flipping his golden locks.
His cheerful and carefree persona gives way to a more somber expression as he takes a drink of ale. “As you may have read on the board, my counterpart was taken away by a group of bandits on our way to Arakaley, along with some valuables. They're the same bandits the town guards have been dealing with here and there. They're hiding out in that abandon town, Ul, I think it was? I know someone who would be willing to take you close enough to the town. But if you can find her and bring her back safely, I will pay you handsomely.” Beleng takes another drink before smiling once more. “Hmm since you seem like the adventuring type, would you mind telling me a little about yourself? My troupe is getting ready to put on a new play detailing the events of some legendary heroes who started off with humble beginnings and I could use some inspiration for my character. Come on, I promise you'll get a honorable mention.”
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(For Falcon)
How many days has it been now? Or has time even passed? Maybe it really doesn't matter down here in this cold damp cellar the bandits keep you under lock and key. The only time you get to see light is by your captors’ torchlight when they’re kind enough to bring you some food and water. It may not be what you're use to but it beats starving.
Your taken away from your thoughts at the familiar sound of the cellar door opening. But this time instead of food, you can see a male dressed in tattered clothing in the glow of the torchlight. “Thought you were smart eh? You're gonna rot in here with the rats but at least you got company.” The bandit snickers as he pushes him down the staircase. As the cellar door closes, the man tries to get to his feet only to collapse to the ground.
The man looks towards the sound of your voice and chuckles at any sign of concern in your tone. “Glad to have some company in this hell. My name is Allen Smith. I was looking for my sister and got a tip that she could be here.” The man says weakly followed by coughing. “How about you miss? Seems like we'll be spending time together mind as well get to know each other hm?” He chuckles but soon groans at his pain.
Name:
Race: (Elf, Dwarf, Human, Orc, Lykin (feline or canine humanoid), or others upon request)
Gender:
Appearance: (Fantasy pic or equivalent)
Home Nation: (Emerald, Sapphire, or Ruby Kingdom, Golden Empire, Desert Kingdom.)
Bio: ( three or more paragraphs)
Other: (any other noteworthy info about your character like any magic they practice)