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━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ The bandit took a moment to process what had been said to him. Had he really been staring? God, he probably had been staring. Living with bandits for years had certainly done a number on that Hyperion office etiquette he had once known. What ever happened to "head down, don't look...

a Borderlands Roleplay with @hollow.moon ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ Dreary. Despite the general hustle and bustle of Moxxi's, this was the current mood of the establishment. At least that was what it felt like to the mousey bandit nestled in the far corner of the bar. It wasn't often bandits made their way...

As this mysterious elf made decent work of the bandits, the tiefling bard counted his blessings in the alleyway. Though it was easy to dwell on what would have happened if this mystery man hadn't come to his aid, he was far more concerned with who exactly this person was... and what he was...

a high fantasy roleplay with @Wishfully ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ Salted ocean air pumped in and out of the bard's lungs as he raced along the neatly cobbled streets of Romasa. It stung and made him think for just a moment, what he was doing here; how he had gotten himself into such a mess. Deeper and...

((Sorry for the late reply, I've been a little busy lately. I'm sad to say but this plot didn't click as much as I thought it would and I've kind of lost interest. Again, Super sorry for the inconvenience!!))

It was Maxwell who protested a bit this time. "No. You go to sleep, I'll keep the fire going." He insisted, shooting Wilson a warning glance. "It'll be better if you sleep anyway. Your sanity is waning. I have a remedy for that, but we'll have to save that for tomorrow."

Stepping outside, Slasher noted that the air was starting to take on the crisp chill of fall despite it being early spring. The wind must have been carrying over from the neighboring tundra, as it wasn't uncommon for the weather patterns to change based upon the land to the west. Slasher...

Maxwell stayed silent as he followed Wilson back to his campsite. He wasn't exactly sure how to answer the man's question, as his motives weren't even clear to him. Why did he care so much about the other's well being? Was it because he had been there before? He pushed the thought to the back of...

A dull roar engulfed the room as hungry orange flames devoured the dry timber they had been offered. The kindled fireplace fought hard to keep the cool autumn air at bay as the owner of the cabin in which it resided sat comfortably in a rickety old rocking chair. Tapping his feet lightly on the...

Wilson was certainly putting up a fight, but maybe...just maybe Maxwell could make this partnership work. From what he could tell, his newly found survival partner had it all; a campsite, a safe resting place, a reliable source of food. All his needs were met, except for his sanity. As the two...

Maxwell heaved a heavy sigh; the error in his ways was finally becoming evident. It's all fun and games until you're at the mercy of the man you left to die several hundred times. "I'm being serious, Wilson. Charlie overthrew me...quite literally, I suppose, and that's how I ended up back here...

Maxwell frowned slightly at this, but he supposed that the little man's hostility had solid reasoning behind it. After all, he had tortured Wilson beyond belief. The man brushed himself off once more, readjusting his earmuffs and then turning towards Wilson. "That will do. What do you want to...

The spindly man was basically crawling after the other by this point. Now was as good a time as any to say what he had wanted to say, even if he knew it may fall upon deaf ears. He began his statement again, the same way he had before. "Wilson, friend... I'm sorry for everything. It was unfair...

In a rather pathetic display, the taller of the two pushed himself off the ground and wobbled after the man. He had put the man through hell and high water with his sick games, watching the dark-haired scientist die time and time again much to Maxwell's enjoyment. Max's legs, still a bit...

This is a closed RP between myself and @DinnerRoll ! ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ With a hard thud, Maxwell found himself face down on the cold grassy floor of The Constant. If it hadn't been for the pain in his face, his mind would have been whirling with what had landed him here. Charlie. That damned...