Topic: The Darkest Roleplay

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  • #15216
    DustyJenkins
    DustyJenkins
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    As per the previous thread about roleplaying, a few people were interested! This can be used as a thread for all those dark roleplaying needs. Rules PlagueDoc123 mentioned:

    1. Absolutely NO bullying or harassment of any kind!
    2. It’d probably be best if role plays could be kept at least PG-13. While the game does include a brothel for stress relief, perhaps we shouldn’t go into too much detail of what goes on behind the closed doors within…
    3. DO NOT steal the characters of others!

    ***

    The bump in the road woke Jacobs. He jerked awake, going for the flintlock under his coat. Idiot! He was jumping at shadows, and he wasn’t even there yet. One day he’d jump and blast a lump of lead right into his stomach.

    The driver shouted something.

    Jacobs tucked the gun away and peered out the window, into the darkness of the broken woods. Winds whispered through the limbs, moaning out the promise of treasure. The promise of food. The promise of something screaming in the dark. Push it out!

    The shouting was louder.

    “What in damnation do you want?” Jacobs peered his head out the passenger window.

    “Funny ain’t it?” The old man sounded mad.

    “I don’t see anything but the blasted forest and this god-forsaken road.” His voice carried away on the speeding wind.

    “You’ll start laughing soon enough. We’re almost at the best joke in the world!” He cackled on through the dark.

    Jacobs slid back into the seat, slightly disturbed by the driver, whom was clearly touched. The sooner he reached the town, the better. He hoped the next person was slightly more sane. Possibly a good round of dice. This time he wouldn’t put himself in debt.

    The carriage pushed on.

    ***

    Jacobs stumbled into town, the driver almost crushing him under the carriage as it heaved itself away. A train chugging away into the forest, whistling calls to other damned men. He looked past the downtrodden travelers and made for the bar.

    I was not caught
    Though many tried
    I live among you
    Well disguised

    #15220
    PlagueDoc123
    PlagueDoc123
    Participant

    Poignant walked around town, turning her head in many directions.

    “Bonel? Bonel!?” she yelled out.

    The young doctor sighed in frustration. She pulled some loose curls from her ponytail behind her ears. Her eyes fell upon the bar and the man who was walking towards it. She quickly ran to him.

    “E-excuse me! Sir!”

    "Ack! Pulled a muscle!"

    My art!
    #15228
    DustyJenkins
    DustyJenkins
    Participant

    The call of a woman made Jacobs stop in his tracks. A minute from a warm room and a drink. Interrupted. He turned.

    “What can I do for you little lady?”

    I was not caught
    Though many tried
    I live among you
    Well disguised

    #15229
    PlagueDoc123
    PlagueDoc123
    Participant

    Poignant fidgeted with her fingers slightly.

    “I-I’m sorry if I’m troubling you, but I’m trying to find a friend of mine. He seems to have wandered off again…”

    "Ack! Pulled a muscle!"

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    #15230
    DustyJenkins
    DustyJenkins
    Participant

    “A tendency to wander off in these parts won’t prove healthy for your friend.” Jacobs rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You got a description? I’ll make sure to keep my eyes open in the bar…”

    He at least hoped her friend was able to take care of himself. Venturing into the wilds alone wasn’t exactly safe. She seemed the doctor type though. Mending a broken friend was probably in her repertoire of skills.

    I was not caught
    Though many tried
    I live among you
    Well disguised

    #15235
    PlagueDoc123
    PlagueDoc123
    Participant

    “He wears a red hat with bells, a red and gold poncho, and gray patched up pants with bells on his feet. Oh, and he sometimes wears a white mask. He also carries around a lute.”

    Though she was worried for him, Poignant did find a bit of comfort in knowing that he would be very easy to spot in a crowd.

    "Ack! Pulled a muscle!"

    My art!
    #15236
    VanityPirate
    VanityPirate
    Participant

    ( OH BOY OH BOY I got so excited when I saw this. Mind if I just join in here? )

    Herbard stumbled off of the stagecoach, legs numb from the long ride. His plate armor clinked with every step he made towards the bar, feeling slowly flooding back into his legs. He hated stagecoach rides, and was fairly certain that the stagecoach had to be the worst of it. And right now, the best way to forget about the long journey could be found in a mug.

    DDRP Rules and Resources
    My characters-
    "What? I can't hear you above all the peasantry." --Bloodtrailkiller

    Spoiler

    "Go forth, kindling, and burn in starfire."

    Tilly: Grave Robber
    HP: 36/36
    Stress: 37/100
    Gold: 4585

    Florence Novel: Plague Doctor
    Hp: 22/22
    Stress: 78/100
    Gold: 75

    [collapse]

    #15237
    DustyJenkins
    DustyJenkins
    Participant

    “I’m surprised you’ve lost him. With all that.” Jacobs surveyed the town. The drab buildings that stood on the hills, looming casting a queer light on the pair. “I’ll let you know If I find him. If you need something I’ll be inside here.”

    He gave a nod and turned his sights back to the bar. With a gust of wind he was through the door.

    I was not caught
    Though many tried
    I live among you
    Well disguised

    #15242
    PlagueDoc123
    PlagueDoc123
    Participant

    Bonel nearly skipped out of the gambling hall in the tavern as he made his way to the bar. The bells on his feet jingling with each merry step and the bells on his hat bouncing with every movement. A wide smile plastered on his face beneath his mask. He took at seat at the bar and tied his pouch of gold to his belt.

    "Ack! Pulled a muscle!"

    My art!
    #15244
    VanityPirate
    VanityPirate
    Participant

    Herbard found an empty seat at the bar and promptly sat down on it. It was only after he had settled down and dropped his satchel to the floor had he noticed he sat down next to a man dressed as a jester. He felt obliged to make conversation, and did so.

    “You look, uh, interesting. ‘Re you one of the new hires, or have you been here a while?” He considered raising the visor of his helm, but decided against it in favor of anonymity.

    DDRP Rules and Resources
    My characters-
    "What? I can't hear you above all the peasantry." --Bloodtrailkiller

    Spoiler

    "Go forth, kindling, and burn in starfire."

    Tilly: Grave Robber
    HP: 36/36
    Stress: 37/100
    Gold: 4585

    Florence Novel: Plague Doctor
    Hp: 22/22
    Stress: 78/100
    Gold: 75

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    #15245
    PlagueDoc123
    PlagueDoc123
    Participant

    “I’ve been hired.”

    Bonel examined the man more closely.

    “And I can assume you’ve been hired as well.” he said as he took the stranger’s hand and gave an eager handshake.

    “Name’s Bonel! But you can also call me Bonnie if you like!”

    "Ack! Pulled a muscle!"

    My art!
    #15249
    VanityPirate
    VanityPirate
    Participant

    He allowed him a hesitant handshake.

    “Eh, yeah. Pleasure to meet you, Bonel. Name’s Herbard. I’m just fresh off of the stagecoach, myself. So I suppose you’d assume correctly.”

    Herbard took a glance towards the bartender and made a half-attempt to garner his attention.

    DDRP Rules and Resources
    My characters-
    "What? I can't hear you above all the peasantry." --Bloodtrailkiller

    Spoiler

    "Go forth, kindling, and burn in starfire."

    Tilly: Grave Robber
    HP: 36/36
    Stress: 37/100
    Gold: 4585

    Florence Novel: Plague Doctor
    Hp: 22/22
    Stress: 78/100
    Gold: 75

    [collapse]

    #15250
    PlagueDoc123
    PlagueDoc123
    Participant

    “So what is it you do?” the color clad man asked as he bought himself a drink.

    "Ack! Pulled a muscle!"

    My art!
    #15252
    VanityPirate
    VanityPirate
    Participant

    “Hmm, well.” He paused to recollect. “Was a soldier in one of the Crusades a while back, when I was a bit younger. Me and some other guys were allowed to keep the armor. After that, I heard about this dump and figured it could use my sword, and here I am.”

    He drummed his fingers along the bar table and ordered a pint for himself. “Of course, the pay doesn’t hurt.” He added.

    DDRP Rules and Resources
    My characters-
    "What? I can't hear you above all the peasantry." --Bloodtrailkiller

    Spoiler

    "Go forth, kindling, and burn in starfire."

    Tilly: Grave Robber
    HP: 36/36
    Stress: 37/100
    Gold: 4585

    Florence Novel: Plague Doctor
    Hp: 22/22
    Stress: 78/100
    Gold: 75

    [collapse]

    #15254
    FateWeaver
    FateWeaver
    Participant

    Varus left the blacksmith behind him, examining the repairs that had been made to his hook. It had broken recently upon catching on the armor of some poor bastard that was soon twice-dead. Satisfied, he coiled the rope over one shoulder, leaving the hook to hang near his right hip before moving on. His next stop was the bar, though it already looked somewhat busy once he drew near. There were already a few conversations being had over drink, but there were still a few open seats at the bar. Taking the one at the very end, furthest from anyone else, Varus simply rested his elbows on the bar and his chin on top of clasped fingers.

    One wonders where the hunt will take me next…

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