We're testing out our options with the cbox, trying out some different versions, and figuring out what's going to work best!

So there is a cbox up for now, but it may come down or switch to a different one or disappear for a bit while we figure everything out.  Consider this a trial run!

Nix and Paradox are going to be modding the cbox, and we will probably pick one more person to help out before all is said and done.  Thanks go out to everyone who volunteered!

Name:
Southroad Bandits
So called because they mostly strike the southern trade routes of Serendipity.

Leader:
Jackal

Location:
Deadfall Towers
These old towers have long been held by brigands and outlaws, but nigh two years ago, Jackal's group set up their camp here and none have yet been able to drive them out.  The towers are far enough away and difficult enough to siege for it to be too troublesome for a lord to send soldiers to clean them out.  Yet they are still close enough to the roads to provide easy access to opportunities.

History and General Info:
The Southroad Bandits are far from an organized group.  They're a loose collection of outlaws who came together gradually, due in part to Jackal's charisma but due even moreso to his success as a brigand.  Others gravitated to that success, and working as a group, under Jackal's leadership, they were able to make even bigger and more lucrative hits.  The group has gotten far bigger than Jackal ever intended.  His only two rules: be useful, and don't sell out your brothers.

Of course you do! 8D  This group is really easy to make a character for.  Thieves, brigands, cutthroats, all are welcome!  You can join one up and start posting right away, or we can plot things out here in the thread first!  Then there's Deadfall Towers, where the group makes their sort of home.  Feel free to have other characters stumble upon the towers, too, for bandity trouble!

From now on, every member-created guild/faction/troupe/whathaveyou can get its very own subforum! We tried this out on RotE with the space ships and it worked out awesome!

So any kind of faction or group that can go here can get a board of its own.  To get a board, the guild just needs some smallish, physically-defined place they can call their home or HQ. 8D

All you guild creators, get to thinking about where and what you'd like the board to be! You can PM us or post here with the details.  Also, if you like, write us up a small little descriptive blurb that we can use to describe your subforum and we'll add it in!

Rhi has got the ball rolling with the Thieves Court!

When Deye woke up, it was to eight different kinds of pain.  An arrow had grazed him in the arm, he'd wrenched his knee about somehow and it was stiff and swollen, and he bore a pattern of cuts and bruises on every bit of exposed skin from stumbling through the pathless woods in the night.  Worse, he'd had to sleep propped up against a tree in such a position that his back didn't want to straighten itself out without screaming.

This just would not do at all.  For a lord of his station to be sleeping outside and to awaken in such a state!  Possibly that arrow wound was getting infected, too, which he found to be so unacceptable he preferred to deny even the possibility.  The wound was not and would not become infected, not under any circumstance!  There.  That took care of that.

They'd come far, but not quite far enough.  Angel stood out in an open field and looked up at the peak rising above, casting its shadow over himself and the village.  This was his home.  He had not left this mountain plateau for twenty-four years until the king had found him and brought him to the capital.

"Let's go," Angel called over his shoulder.  He was out here with two individuals—one a young soldier, still green and in need of some real training out where it mattered, and the other a baby dragon that clung to Angel's shoulder.  It was a female, dull emerald in color.  Scheherazade by name.

What types of plots are you interested in playing?
ALL KINDS!!  What I love most is variety, getting to explore lots of different kinds of stories. :3  I love light and fluffy equally as much as dark and tormented.  I like romance especially!

What types of plots are you not interested in playing?
I'm not crazy about long, drawn-out action scenes, but that's all I can think of that I'd shy away from!

How often can you reply to any given thread?
I usually reply within a week, usually sooner.

What is the longest you're willing to wait for a reply to a thread?
Take as much time as you need to reply!  It's not a race, and the thread's not going anywhere. x3  If for some reason, I need to free up the character and it's been a really long time, I'll contact you and find out what's going on.

Are you open to RPing over instant messengers? If so, what's the best way to contact you and what times are you generally available?
YES!!  Best way would be either Skype or MSN.  I don't have any standard times I'm always online, but I am on A LOT and if I'm signed in to my IMs then I'm probably up for RP!

Are you open to post volleying?
I LOVE DOING THIS!! Seriously, anytime we're both online let's go for it!  Just say the word and I'm there!

Anything else?



What are you limits regarding powerplay/godmoding?
I really don't mind when a character does something to mind like shoves them, punches them, stabs them with a knife, etc.  xD  Just go for it!  If for some reason my character would be able to avoid it or stop it, then I'll write that into my post, so don't worry about that. :3  Just remember to do one thing at a time!  My character has to react to that action.

You can generally assume that for nice/neutral actions that my character will go along with yours.  For instance, I have a blind character.  If your character needs to lead him across the street, it's okay to assume he follows.  Again, if he doesn't for some reason, I'll handle it in my next post.

What are your limits in regards to romantic situations?
I usually like to just let relationships happen, but that's mostly because I've never plotted a relationship beforehand.  I'm definitely open to the possibility!  Feel free to have your characters flirt with mine and see what happens.  Who knows?  They might hit hit off!  IC rejection, love triangles, they're all okay.  I LOVE age differences in RP.  They are awesome, bring 'em on!!  Unhealthy, dangerous "romances" are fine too.

What are your limits in regards to sex?
I am totally okay with RPing sex.  I'll write out out these scenes explicitly if I'm comfortable with the player and they are over 18.  So basically it's on a case by case basis!  Otherwise, I will just fade to black!

What are your limits in regards to pregnancy within plots?
Pregnancy plots are kinda meh for me. xD  I won't say I'd NEVER do it, but the probability is low.  Now, YOUR character can of course get pregnant from my guy and that is totally up to you!

What are your limits in regards to violent scenes?
I am comfortable RPing violence, but I don't write out explicit, extreme physical torture/gore.  Those things can still happen, but we will fade to black if it's really extreme.  What you'd need to ask me about first is if this is something that will permanently physically alter my character.  You need my okay for that.

What are your limits in regards to abuse/rape in plots?
I am okay RPing rape for any character.  My limits for this are the same for consensual sex, in that I'll only write it out explicitly if I am comfortable with the player and the player is over 18.  Otherwise, we're fading to black.

Are you okay with characters being transformed against their will?
Definitely ask me first.

What about healing?
Ask me about this first as well!  If I made a character with a significant physical disability or condition, I probably did so for a purpose!

Anything else?
Communication is key!  Talk with me about stuff, let me know what's going on.  I'm flexible and accommodating, and I know we can find a way to make things work for both of us. (:

Maza Feyrluna



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Name:
Maza Feyrluna

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Race:
Serenian

Age:
45

Height
5'11"

Home:
Serendipity

Occupation:
Master of Spira Lumenis, a college of magic in Arca (I totally just made this name up on the spot, I'll probably change it later)

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Appearance:
Dark purple hair of short-moderate length.  It doesn't quite reach his shoulders.  Gray eyes.  A graceful body, naturally lean.  Tall-ish.  Medium, olive skin tone.

Personality:
Diplomatic, confident.  Selectively cruel.

History:
With hard work, natural talent, and plenty of literal backstabbing and murder, Maza has risen to be master of his college.

Abilities:
Maza is an accomplished elemental mage, but his true power is in demonic lore.  Unbeknownst to his colleagues and students, he is a powerful demonlord and engages in blood sacrifice and black magic, among other things.

Likes:
his college, his colleagues, and demons! =D

Dislikes:
not much!  He's a pretty easy-going guy

Post funny pictures!  Comics!  Macros!  Any funny thing that is an image!  If you post, you must provide a pic!

Laugh, and you lose the game!

I'll start with one that gets me every time. xD

Raziya faced a moral dilemma.  These sheep were clearly lost, wandering about alone like this over the green hills.  Yet they also clearly belonged to someone.  They didn't seem to mind his presence as he crouched nearby, half on the verge of pouncing on one of them.  It was near entrancing, watching these docile prey animals mill about right in front of him, utterly vulnerable and utterly unaware of it.

They were practically begging him to eat them!

Jackal reached slowly for an arrow.  He nocked it with a consideration for the rustle of his clothing, the sound of his movements.  Through the brush ahead, movement.  A rabbit.  His dinner.

He was on his own tonight, maybe tomorrow too.  His brothers were all down south, on his orders.   It was time for them to move on, find themselves some ripe villages for the plundering, and he was out seeing what there was to see of their possibilities.  He stayed off the roads when he could.  He was a mordecai, and too noticeable even besides that.  His looks ran too much in his Adelan and Connlaoth blood.

So he was camping out here alone again, and the gods had seen fit to send him an unwary rabbit as prey.  He held steady, aimed his shot, and let the arrow fly.

The soulless, the nameless...they looked out at the sea and fretted.  Out over the ocean, day had turned to darkness though it was yet high noon.  A storm—no, a tempest the likes of which Kattal had never witnessed rolled inexorably toward the white beach, brought with it the promise of ruin.

His clothes at least protected him from the chill winds rushing in off the water.  Only his eyes and shoulders lay bare.  Leather and cloth hid the rest of his skin and the writing on it.  Only yesterday, revealing those words had been his greatest worry.  No longer.

Lightning cracked across the sky, and Kattal cringed downward with everyone else.  The townsfolk made preparations, laying out bags of sand, pulling up tarps, hiding themselves away in their study walls.  Kattal stayed where he was, watching the great storm come.  He had nowhere to go.  Every in was full to bursting, and he had no coin to buy his way into any place.  He would have to face it out in the open.

Lorin took a good, long look at the soaring mountains between himself and the Connlaoth boarder.  He slumped against a tree, defeated before he'd even set foot upon the trail leading up into the pass.

He couldn't say how long it had taken him to free himself from the endless reaches of the tundra.  Weeks, he was certain, but it could have been anywhere from a month to three months.  The days of begging, negotiating, and buying his way from one hunting caravan to another all ran together into a misery of never-ending cold and hunger.

He was still not even halfway home.

The mountains seemed too impossible, even with half a day of sunlight yet to burn through.  Lorin found a tumble of boulders just off the trail and got out of the wind.  It looked like this may be his camp site until tomorrow.

"Fuck Essyrn!"

And fuck Mikhail, too.  It was his fault no one with a paying job in this city would touch Cade or Syrae.

Cade threw his pack down in the inn room the two of them shared.  Another day panting after job leads, another day of Essyrni brushing him away on sight.  Somehow Mikhail had caused a ruckus in the city, and it had gotten the lot of them a bad reputation.  They'd been paid for the efforts in the desert, and paid well, but with the inn room sucking their coinpurses slowly dry, they needed work lined up.

"Did you have any luck?"

Knaiaran stormed out of the banquet hall.  He must have had murder writ on his face because servant and nobleman alike shuffled out of his way.

Murder.  Now there was a thought.  If he'd had a knife on him, he'd have killed the man then and there—and lost his birthright and his freedom on the spot.  There had to be a better way.

"So happy I could help you."  He snapped at Valor, but his words were true.  "No one should have to bear their company.  I don't know how my brother did it."

He changed his mind suddenly about leaving the palace and sprang around a corner and up a staircase instead.

Ruben had shed first his coat and then his long tunic.  In only a thin white shirt now, he picked his way through choking vegetation—supposedly a path—on into deeper jungle.  The grasping branches and vines kept snagging his long hair, bound back though it was, and sweat poured down his back from the humid heat.  Somewhere around two hours into the trek he'd lost even the will to complain.

They emerged beside a swift stream and a break in the relentless foliage.  He called a halt here, their fourth, and his porters could shoot him all the disdainful looks they pleased.  They traipsed through this forsaken heat every day.  He was not built for this and he'd take as long as he needed getting to their destination.

His pack hit the ground and he slumped against a tree to catch his breath, too tired even to drink yet.

Pretty sick + in the process of moving, so I will only sorta be around for several days. xP

Kattal had huddled on the outskirts of the town for nigh half the day, studying, judging and—in spite of his revulsion—marveling at the imitation of life here.  The soulless husks bustled, even seemed to care, showed emotion.  It could be they didn't even know their lack, the void in them.

For that reason, he kept his words covered.  His words, his names—the script that wrote itself along his skin in blue and midnight colors.  Nothing but his eyes showed, a bit of his neck, and the two slivers of exposed flesh at his shoulders.  Cloth and leather covered every other bit of him.

None of these poor creatures bore any words.  They had no names, their skin naked, blank.  He'd heard the stories, hadn't believed their severity, and now he stood cut off, alone.  Not defenseless, but alone, and surrounded by these hungry phantoms who might try to devour his names if they saw them.

Alone or not, danger or not, he had neither money nor food, and found himself with a powerful need for both.  One square in the town arrested his attention—a place where the guardsmen were signing mercenaries for the lord of the town.  He skulked toward it through wandering alleyways.  He would earn coin with his blade, one way or another.  Either through honest mercenary work or killing one of these...people and taking what they had on them.  He thought he would welcome the chance to banish one of these abominations.

The scent of water brought Razi to a river, and the small pool it formed between a couple of hills.  The forest thinned here in the south.  La'marri lay not far.  If he were to climb a tree he could see the smoke from their fires reaching skyward.

He'd settled into his human shape—lean and tanned, with a long, black-furred tail lashing behind him and panther's ears swiveling on his head.  He wore only a loin cloth, and stooped to bring the water to his mouth with his cupped hand.  His ears flicked at a pattern of sounds off in the brush.

Raven

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Name:
Raven

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Race:
Serenian

Age:
23

Height
5'7

Occupation:
Mercenary

Right or left?
Right-handed


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Appearance:
Short, shaggy white hair. Red eyes. He's slender and athletic.  Always wears as much white as he can.

Personality:
Acerbic, ruthless, and irreverent.

History:
He rejected his family's tradition of service to the Order of the Moon and struck out on his own.

Abilities:
Holy magic.  He's empowered by the color white, which is why he always wears so much of it.

Likes:


Dislikes:


Relationships:
His twin brother, Crow.

Ruben pointed at some blue cloth.  "What about that?"