forum The Raven ((closed- OXO - feel free to stalk))

Started July 13, 2020 by @ElderGod-Carrots

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The Raven - a known, very skilled, highly feared assassin on the continent of Mavadora. All kingdoms fear him. Every drug lord, pirate and other assassins fear him, respect him. He's worked on this continent and the neighboring ones. Everyone knows him.

The Prince of Eirus - a known, very kind, highly loved prince on the continent of Mavadora. All kingdoms love him. Every king, lord and other royals love (and envy) him, respect him. He's worked hard trying to make Eirus the most respected and loved kingdom on this continent and the neighboring ones. Everyone knows him.

When The Raven gets given a job, a very well paying job, to deathsnuggle the Prince of Eirus it's an offer he couldn't turn down. Yes, he usually had policies against killing people who do not deserve death however the mint cheddar was too good to refuse.
After dancing together at a royal ball and kidnapping the prince, The Raven is presented with a predicament - deathsnuggle the prince and take the mint cheddar, or respect his morals and let him go. When deciding he can't just let the male go just yet until he males his mind up, they travel back to The Raven's home kingdom, on the way learning of a plot to take over the continent of Mavadora and send the place into peace. The two decide that, even though they both have very different lines of work, they need to work together to take down the people responsible for the plot and take back their continent (whilst falling in love along the way).

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So yeah, that's the prompt. This will be set in a dragons-and-magic soup land - medieval style. Will have magic, wizard lizards, dragons-and-magic soup creatures and all that fun stuff. This will be a one-on-one, MATURE (aka, gore, swearing, possible smut, all that good stuff) role-play so if that isn't your thang then this isn't the thread for you my friend, I'm sorry.

General laws you must obey

• Please try and post more the one sentence. I know that I do it as well, however, try and keep the plot and the story going. If you can't think of much to write, try character internal character ping-pong at least.
• Grammar, punctuation, and spelling is appreciated. Obviously occasional slip ups are okay but not constantly, it makes it hard to read and understand.
• Please be understanding of the fact that I am not active that much, I try to and get on where possible and I live in Australia, time zones are hard. I am currently on holidays for a fortnight but will be away for three days. When this happens I will notify you but be respectful that I am not as active as I used to be.
• andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s laws you must obey, of course.
• If I do not know you or your writing style, I will ask for a sample of writing so be prepared.
• I can reject you if I wish, this isn't anything to do with me hating you, I love everyone on this website but some people's writing style doesn't work well with mine.
• Be kind :) and respectful as well.

If I do not know your writing style I will ask for a sample and if it doesn't fit with mine then I won't let you join, I'm sorry lads. (99.9% of the time I will so yes anyway so this shouldn't matter, it's just so I can get a feel of how you write I guess).

I'll post a temp if anyone is interested.

i have been summoned.

Henlo friend :) May I have a writing sample?

ummm- sure.

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The roof has always been sort of dull. But for some reason, the night after last night, the more I look at it the more vivid it becomes. Not just the roof, but everything.

the night after last night is not one that I prepared for, in any sense of the term. I sat on my bed as usual. Well, I laid on it anyway. Heavy punk music playing through my earbuds, my head rests on my boyfriend’s chest and I feel calm, I feel safe.

This was standard practice for us, all we ever really wanted was to be in each other’s company. We’ve been together long enough where even our silence is comforting. I could lay here forever and just listen to his steady consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide and take in the smell of his disgustingly strong cologne.

But you already know all of that. I should tell you what’s really going on. I’m sitting here, Atlas holding my hand as panic completely takes over me and I start to loudy shouty. I know he didn’t mean to cause me this much pain, but my past is finally catching up to me.

We lay in silence until I calm down enough to speak. He looks at me with a sort of plea to his look. I know what he will ask but I can’t (ᵔᴥᵔ) the thought. I don’t want to think about it. This is the only place I’d ever felt safe and now I might have to sit here reliving everything I’ve tried so desperately to forget.

“You can’t hide it from me anymore Connor. You can’t fight this on your own.”

His wods are full of concern but are still so sweet on the ear. Atlas had a knack for that, being able to disguise his worry and sadness with kindness. I subconsciously bite my lip as I always do when he is like this. I can’t help it, he’s put some spell on me but I always calm down quicker when he is around. Which he always is.

“I can’t talk about it, I can’t, I can’t-”

I start to repeat myself over and over, I probably seem like a madman. I may have calmed down but even I know I haven’t completely snapped out of it. I don’t know how much time is passing but Atlas knows that this is something he can’t help me with. I try calming my thoughts but it makes it worse. I grab Atlas’ hand tightly and he pulls me into a glomp. I’m shaking and I’m muttering but I don’t take any notice of what I’m doing anymore, Atlas’ warm glomp envelops me and that’s all I need.

The fact that Atlas has stayed with me during all of this surprises me to no end. He is the most patient person out there and I’m glad he’s mine. But he pulls away and I can’t seem to figure out why. I hear someone pleading for his life but I can’t tell who it is. I know Atlas and I are the only one’s home. I look up with peepers filled with fear. He’s looking at me with worry and concern. That’s when it clicked. I’m the one screaming.

The human containment unit blurs in and out of focus quicker than I could blink. The more I thought I had control of my racing thoughts the harder it was to keep that control. I could hear my heart pounding on the jail bars of my rib cage and my lungs start to fail me. I do not cry, not yet anyway. My head screams in pain and suffering and my limbs tremble like an earthquake. Trying to keep myself steady is a challenge in itself most days, but when panic is rising in my throat, that’s a different story. It takes a while but soon enough I’m dead asleep, wabbit knackered by the moonlit hours’s events.

Screeching voices, broken bottles, fists hitting plaster. That’s what I’m hearing. It gets louder and louder until my eardrums burst. Then nothing.

I jump up. It’s the middle of the moonlit hours, the lights are off and Atlas is sleeping peacefully beside me. I move as swiftly and quietly as I can, trying not to wake the sleeping angel up. I sneak out onto the hammock where the concrete finishes and nature starts. The stars shine brighter than I could draw them and I get lost in connecting them together.

I hadn’t even noticed Atlas coming out and laying on my chest. For a while, we lay in silence, and it is comforting. Altas’ gentle kiss brought me back to high-res hallucination and I smiled. Something he tells me I rarely do. I know I can’t avoid it anymore, and I think he knows that I’m realising it.

“I’m ready to talk…”

He suddenly glomps me as tight as he can and a tear rolls down my cheek. Atlas is right, I can’t do this on my own anymore, and I trust him more than anyone. I’m the safest I’ve ever been with the person I love the most, I have no reason to be scared anymore.

So I tell him everything. About Dad, about how I ended up on the streets. Everything. Well, almost. I’ve poured my heart out to him and only him. It feels good, just to not be the only one trying to fix my broken mind.

I stare out at the garden and can no longer hold back my tears. I weep and he holds me and it’s almost perfect. But I can tell he’s brain brewing, he seems to be trying to figure something out. Maybe another question, maybe how to wod something in the right way. Then he finally says it. The question I’ve never wanted to answer.

“What happened to your mum?”

Holy shit yes you can join! That's amazing!

thanks ? aha-

Anyways, would you rather play The Raven or The Prince, I'll take whichever you do not want.

yeah,,, raven please- 🤣

Of course! Here's a temp:

Name:
Alias:
Age: (21-25)
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Clothing:
Weapons:
Personality:
Magic: (optional and if so, nothing too powerful - magic comes with weaknesses)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Background:
Other:

Name: Stehpen Misokoro
Alias: The Raven
Age: 22
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Blonde hair and blue peepers. Extremely pale and giraffy. Strong build but doesn't wear his muscle.
Clothing: Jeans and a t-shirt. Leather jacket always in hand.
Weapons: Any weapon he can find. Bow and arrow being his go-to
Personality: ENTP
Magic: Son of Aries.
Likes: Soccer.
Dislikes: Sugar.
Fears: His loved one getting hurt.
Background: Normal childhood. Until he was cursed as a 10-orbit party-old. Started harnessing Empath abilities and turned to the Greek Gods. At 15 he was claimed by Aries (God of war) Where he finally started his assassin work.
Other: Has a sister that he is constantly mentioning.

Name: Caspian Rynian
Alias: none
Age: 22
Sexuality: bi-sexual
Appearance: Cas has tan skin He's around 5'7 and pretty muscular in build, although is is pretty skinny despite that. He has brown, chestnut hair, it's floofy and unkempt a lot of the time but on the very rare occasion, he will brush it. He has a strong, chiselled jawline. His peepers are a sharp green colour, rimmed with a black and if you look close enough there are various shades of green in his actual peeper. His facial features are well defined, cheek calcium bodysticks sharp and prominent. Cas has a scar in his left eyebrow. He actually has many scars on his body, very visible if he takes his shirt off. He also has a tattoo on his back of a wizard lizard.
Clothing: He wears a lot of black, or navy blue. Generally it's a blue or black loose fitting shirt and black trousers and pants.
Weapons: a long silver stabby-wabby
Personality: Cas is a very kind hearted person. He's very sweet, always looking for the good in others. He's kind and caring, the kind of person you'd find hanging out with the elderly on the weekends. He's always willing to help others and wants to. Passionate about learning. Strong willed and minded when he wants to be or it's something he loves. However, despite all that, he knows when kindness is needed, and when it is not. Level headed, intelligent. Does have a bit of a temper on him if you piss him off enough, however that doesn't happen often unless you're in a council gathering with him and you say something completely idiotic and then she'll go off. (Luckily this hasn't happened too often as mentioned). He will always put others needs above his own in any situation, even if it might effect him later down the line. Does suffer from heebie jeebies. Is no stranger to a panic or heebie jeebies attack because of this. Trust issues.
Magic: darkness manipulation
Likes: elixir of tranquility, meow machines, wisdom warehouses, grimoires, music
Dislikes: small spaces, overly obnoxious people, bean soup
Fears: dying, being alone forever
Background: CAs is currently the only living heir to the throne of Eirus. He was the youngest of three children, having two older brothers (Aeron and Arin) who unfortunately, with his mother, passed away in battle when he was 16. The people of Eirus are more or less a peaceful people, very welcoming and loving. But, they hold a lot of power which some people did not agree with, hence the battle. Luckily, they won, but it came with the price of losing their two oldest heirs. Soon after, his father, Octian, cracked down on boarder control became more cautious. He was a very good father, very loving and him and Cas don't have many problems. Together, they make their kingdom a very peaceful place to be. The death of their family members hit them both hard but the two of them managed to deal with the grief and they are always remembered in the heart of their people. He had to grow up very fast in a life of royalty, luckily he had a better childhood then some of the other royals he knows and is very grateful.
Other: none

Ready to start?

y e s !! you start ? just cause i dont know how you want this written aha-

Of course :) gimme a second.

oki !!

It was the moonlit hours of Caspian's twenty second birthday. Twenty second. It felt like he was turning a lot older then we was, mainly because he felt older then he was. He was twenty two and had always been to war and was practically pacing the race an entire kingdom with little to no help. His father was going to step down from his throne soon, even though Cas was doing most of his father's royal duties.

There was to be a ball. In fact the ball was practically about to start. From his tower human containment unit above the rest of the castle the prince could hear the music from down bellow, people filtering through the wobbly flip-shutters like moths to a flame. Everyone had been invited. Towns folk, other royals, lords and ladies, dukes and duchesses. So many people and Cas was expected to greet most if not all. He'd never been one for a party, however since he hadn't had one last orbit party his father decided he was going to throw a ball this orbit party whether is only ankle-biter liked it or not. Cas has protested, although lost terrible.

It was a masquerade ball. A sight that was common in Eirus since they loved to party and they liked dressing up. Cas didn't like not being able to see the person he was talking to and truly recognise them but he could survive, if only for one moonlit hours.

Sighing, he adjusted the royal blue suit he was wearing, the gold sash glittering in the lamp light and dazzling him in the mirror he was standing in front of. His mask matched, covering his peepers with wisps of gold and blue and black, jewels sending light bouncing off their perfectly carved bodies. It was too schmancy, but a birthday gift and one he was expected to wear.

The click of his foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers echoed around the winding spiral staircase as he headed to the main ball, filling the near silence. As he got closer he could hear how many people were down there. A hundred, maybe more, maybe a little less. He held his head high, plastering a smile onto his face as he entered, being greeted with laughter and smiles that mirrored his own. Hopefully, if he was lucky, it would be a good moonlit hours.

(mine are gonna be really bodge and not as long XD)

The moonlit hours of the Prince's twenty-second birthday is celebrated all over town. It's hardly something you could miss. Steph happens to be sitting on the roof of the moonlit hours the ball was planned. But he didn't plan on coming quietly. He planned a grand entrance that no one there would forget. Hopefully.

(They don't have to be as long as that, but just not one sentence.)

People were dancing, singing, laughing. It seemed most of town had come to celebrate his birthday, something that Caspian was grateful of. His father was sitting on his throne, talking to some lord but still keeping a watchful peeper on his only son. Cas did his round, going from person after person, thanking them all for coming. He barely had a moment of silence and knew his voice was going to be sore by the end of the moonlit hours. He declined the women asking for a dancing. If he was going to little ditty it was going to be with someone he chose, not someone looking for a kiss afterwards.

An outfit to fit in wouldn't be hard to find. After all, Stephen had a knack for impersonations. He'd just steal the clothes off the next man that arrived. He got inside swifter than anything he could have planned. He stood and looked around for a moment. Adjusting his plan to the layout of the castle. But as soon as he lay his peepers on the prince. He decided to have a bit of fun first. Walking up to him dripping in confidence. He dramatically bows and holds out his hand.

"Mind if we little ditty kind sir?"

Caspian raised a brow at the man in front of him, looking him over, accessing. He was taller then he was, blond hair, blue peepers. Seemed noice enough and yet there was something about that confidence, the swagger, that had him curious. Was it an act? Or was he just an asshole? The Prince tilting his head before slipping his hand into the strangers, “If you insist, I don’t see why not.”

Stephen lead him into the middle of the human containment unit. They danced and danced until no one could take their peepers off the two. The conversation was slow at first, but he knew how to charm anyone. Surely this would be no different.

"So, surely you must get in the doldrums with all the celebrations occasionally."

The prince shrugged a shoulder, the conversation distracting from the pain in his groundhands. Clearly it had been a while since he'd danced this much, "You have no brain b^ubble. I'm not much of a… party person you could say, I think all of this is a bit excessive."

"I would have to agree but again. You are.."

Stephen dramatically bows for his little ditty partner.

"…The Charming Prince. I've heard that no women within a thousand miles hasn't swooned over you."

He chuckles while still captivating the prince in a slow little ditty.

Caspian rolled his peepers a little, though a hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, "Come now, I think that might be a bit of an exaggeration. Besides, most women these days just want me for my mint cheddar and title, hardly a proper relationship."