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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.

Okay. I will spell it out for you guys one more time. You are A.I.s. aboard the Undine. This is only true for this one mission. The purpose of this arrangement is for tutorial. Once this mission is concluded, you will begin the main RP. In the main RP, you will play as human crew...

*pulls out his hair* I thought I made it clear that this assignment as A.I.s was temporary!? Was nobody reading anything I said about it? In the main thread, I opened with the following: Location: Eta Sector, Void Terrirory Primary Objective: Learn How to Roleplay in "Shattered...

@Destructus Kloud @Buckteeth @SecretRock @thespacekid @maxacec @Quillicious @SgtKeens @DrinkingGlass

Activating Seed. Constructing particle arrays. The sides of the ships melted and re-formed into plasma particle cannons. >$command: attack nearest valid target at range >$engineering: Reducing thrust to 50%. Reducing shields to 50%. Increasing weapons to 200%. >$science...

>Timeline anomaly detected!< There are no human crew aboard the Crescent Warp Fighter "Undine." You were supposed to play as A.I. subroutines. Please make sure you are not using your permanent characters, because this vessel is unlikely to survive the coming conflict. Issuing timeline...