Enolx
Time to murder the English language.
Every so often I like to pull a story out of my vault and give it another go. This is one of those moments. The story is called The Thieving Raven and, as written above, it is a crime/romance/action story. It is about a master thief and the daughter of the lead cop that was the closest to catching him. As the Raven gets more deeply involved with the daughter will she learn who he is, and more importantly what will she do with the information she has gained? How will this relationship change the two of them? Will the relationship destroy the Raven once and for all or will he come away with his greatest prize yet?
What I'm looking for
Since the story is just as much, or more, about character interaction as it is about the crime, I would like a person who is detailed and confidant in their writing. I myself average well over three paragraphs per post, unless I am responding to in character conversation. I am a big fan of expanding on the world, giving details, and adding extra characters. If you are the same, your awesome, but don't feel bad if your not. I would also like someone close to my own age. Not only to older people get my outdated references, they also don't make me feel like a creep when I write romance with them. I would love if you could post fairly frequently. I will typically respond in or out of character in one or two days, and I hope you can do the same. Last, let me know if you have a problem with the story or me. We can only work things out if we talk about them.
About me
25. Live in the central part of the US. I do work and school, but usually get online daily. I have been doing RPs for like twelve years. I guess last we will go with my favorite book series being the way of shadows.
Closing ideas
While this story was originally a 1v1, I have done it where I had someone play the raven's partner. If you are ok with having one extra person, let me know. I had a good time the first time I did this, and I would love to give it another go with willing partners. Other than that, I will put one of my post below so you can see how I write. Feel free to do the same if you would like.
What I'm looking for
Since the story is just as much, or more, about character interaction as it is about the crime, I would like a person who is detailed and confidant in their writing. I myself average well over three paragraphs per post, unless I am responding to in character conversation. I am a big fan of expanding on the world, giving details, and adding extra characters. If you are the same, your awesome, but don't feel bad if your not. I would also like someone close to my own age. Not only to older people get my outdated references, they also don't make me feel like a creep when I write romance with them. I would love if you could post fairly frequently. I will typically respond in or out of character in one or two days, and I hope you can do the same. Last, let me know if you have a problem with the story or me. We can only work things out if we talk about them.
About me
25. Live in the central part of the US. I do work and school, but usually get online daily. I have been doing RPs for like twelve years. I guess last we will go with my favorite book series being the way of shadows.
Closing ideas
While this story was originally a 1v1, I have done it where I had someone play the raven's partner. If you are ok with having one extra person, let me know. I had a good time the first time I did this, and I would love to give it another go with willing partners. Other than that, I will put one of my post below so you can see how I write. Feel free to do the same if you would like.
"Kill her," A man yelled from the crowd. "Burn her," A woman shrieked from behind her torch light. "She is the reason our lives are hell," Another man hollered "She is a sin against god." The chant of "Burn her " then made its way through the crowd until the roar of the mob overtook the sound of the woman crying on the pyre.
A man in robes walked next to the pyre with torch in hand and the crowd quieted down. "For too long has our city been the play thing of evil," The man said "Too many of our family members have been taken from us by this spawn of evil. Today we take retribution for our suffering and lost ones. Today we end our darkness and return to the light."
The woman screamed her innocence, but the crowd would not hear it. The woman then bowed her head and prayed "Please god do not let this evil win. Let justice be done to those who truly deserve it and mercy to those who do not. In you name I pray." Her prayer was interrupted by the smell of fire and a burning on her legs. The woman began to scream as she was engulfed by fire and her screams were once again overtaken by the roar of the crowd.
"God will not hear you," A cloaked figure in the crowd said "But I will give the people of this land their just reward."
The fire of the pyre was instantly snuffed out leaving only the torchlight of the crowd to provide light. As shock and questions spread through the crowd, a dark wave began to spread from the pyre and make its way through the crowd. As it touched the people their bodies began to break and change. The woman on the pyre looked out at the crowd as they screamed and cried, ignoring her own pain. Her eyes widened as her potential killers transformed into monsters of varying terror.
She looked around and, to her left, sitting on the pyre with her was a cloaked figure. "The darkness will spread and the true form of their evil will be revealed," The figure said " The darkness will spread and all evil will receive..... justice." The woman looked at the figure shocked. "This is not what I wanted," She said "This makes me no better than them." A white smile showed through the hood of cloak. "The fact you are not like them proves otherwise," the figure said "Now go before their transformation is complete and they can attack. I hope you are able to find others in this world who are deserving of the mercy you spoke of."
As the bonds on the woman fell free she looked back at the figure who sat casually on the pyre. "How can I undo this," the woman asked. The figure smiled again. "You really are a shining beacon in a dark world," the figure said "If you can find me again and prove to me that this world is worthy of mercy, I may consider it. Grow strong child because the road will be filled with monsters." The woman gave the figure a nod before jumping off the pyre and running out of the town.
The figure watched as the screaming stopped and the monsters rose complete. They turned and began to rush at the cloaked figure. With a wave of its hand the creatures fell to their knees unable to move. "I think I will give her a little help in her journey," the figure said. With another wave of its hand a sword appeared and with one more the sword vanished.
As the woman ran she stopped when she felt a weight on her side. She looked down and found a sword on her waist. The woman pulled the sword out of its sheath and looked at the blade. A smile came to her face when she read the word written across the spine of the blade, redemption.
A man in robes walked next to the pyre with torch in hand and the crowd quieted down. "For too long has our city been the play thing of evil," The man said "Too many of our family members have been taken from us by this spawn of evil. Today we take retribution for our suffering and lost ones. Today we end our darkness and return to the light."
The woman screamed her innocence, but the crowd would not hear it. The woman then bowed her head and prayed "Please god do not let this evil win. Let justice be done to those who truly deserve it and mercy to those who do not. In you name I pray." Her prayer was interrupted by the smell of fire and a burning on her legs. The woman began to scream as she was engulfed by fire and her screams were once again overtaken by the roar of the crowd.
"God will not hear you," A cloaked figure in the crowd said "But I will give the people of this land their just reward."
The fire of the pyre was instantly snuffed out leaving only the torchlight of the crowd to provide light. As shock and questions spread through the crowd, a dark wave began to spread from the pyre and make its way through the crowd. As it touched the people their bodies began to break and change. The woman on the pyre looked out at the crowd as they screamed and cried, ignoring her own pain. Her eyes widened as her potential killers transformed into monsters of varying terror.
She looked around and, to her left, sitting on the pyre with her was a cloaked figure. "The darkness will spread and the true form of their evil will be revealed," The figure said " The darkness will spread and all evil will receive..... justice." The woman looked at the figure shocked. "This is not what I wanted," She said "This makes me no better than them." A white smile showed through the hood of cloak. "The fact you are not like them proves otherwise," the figure said "Now go before their transformation is complete and they can attack. I hope you are able to find others in this world who are deserving of the mercy you spoke of."
As the bonds on the woman fell free she looked back at the figure who sat casually on the pyre. "How can I undo this," the woman asked. The figure smiled again. "You really are a shining beacon in a dark world," the figure said "If you can find me again and prove to me that this world is worthy of mercy, I may consider it. Grow strong child because the road will be filled with monsters." The woman gave the figure a nod before jumping off the pyre and running out of the town.
The figure watched as the screaming stopped and the monsters rose complete. They turned and began to rush at the cloaked figure. With a wave of its hand the creatures fell to their knees unable to move. "I think I will give her a little help in her journey," the figure said. With another wave of its hand a sword appeared and with one more the sword vanished.
As the woman ran she stopped when she felt a weight on her side. She looked down and found a sword on her waist. The woman pulled the sword out of its sheath and looked at the blade. A smile came to her face when she read the word written across the spine of the blade, redemption.
