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@Nymph ((Dang, it has been way too long since I posted. I think I wrote myself into a corner, and need ideas. :(  ))

((Darnit, I have no idea what to do in the story. Huge case of writer's block.))

"Culo, eh? Not Culo Rovhatt, by any chance? The guy's an angel! You don't mean to tell me he's...he's...oh my gosh, you are serious. No kidding. Well, guess we'll just have to keep you out of his grasp for the time being." France studied her a moment. "I suppose I could get you out of...

France considered her request for a few moments. He eventually decided that untying her was in his best interest. When he had finished, he sat back and asked, "Who is chasing you? What's this enemy's name? And who is your friend?"

"This group you are with..." Rebekah began, the restrained inflection in her voice betraying her fear, "What are they about? Where are you all going? How long do I have to live if I go with you without a fight?" France finished looping the rope around her wrists and knotted it. "Killing you...

You have the courage to join a Hosted Project. Kudos!

With dinner on the hearth, all the laundry folded, and all the forging stuff put away, Charlotte felt pretty good about herself right about now. A merry jingle dwelt on the tip of her tongue as she stirred the pot of stew boiling in the pot. Just then, the door jammed open. "CHARLOTTE!" Father...

France marched up to her. He tried keeping his expression grim, but eventually a snort came out. "Lost, ma'am?" he quipped, brandishing a rope. He motioned for her to turn around. "They'll tan my hide if I don't capture you, but the least I can do is keep you out of their hands. I'm going to tie...

To Sir Gavin Griffin By Royal Order of Dragan Von Loxley Aralon Parachis Rex, return to Aetherion Castle in three days time. The message curiously did not explain its intent. As Gavin made his way home, he could see smoke rising from the chimney of his cobblestone house. A steel sword...

Rebekah's day was about to get worse. As she peaked a hill overlooking a wide valley, she could see an army stretching all the way from the sea to the base of the hill. The banners weren't Imperial, but the armor suits were. These were rebel forces, comfirmed by the burning pile of Imperial...

Hello

@Rose_Lawlington Still around?

We were young once. When we conquered Aetherion after three years of constant war, we felt like kings. Ragnor always told me it was possible, but I could scarcely believe him until the three of us stood as one before the white throne. I still fondly remember Madeline looking at me - and I...

Yup. Rebooting it has been a nightmare, but it's still moving.

I'm sorry guys, I'm just frustrated. Rebooting this RP has been a nightmare, trying to remember or track down all the lore and critical background info. I think most of the important stuff is up now; scroll to the top of this page to see how the crew roles work.