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I have never done an RP thread before, so this will serve as a very casual and "lite" collaborative storytelling prompt intended for the Necromancer subspecies community to celebrate RoR festivities together! Below are a few guidelines:
1) Participants must be a part of the Necromancer community or at least familiar with the subspecies; characters don't necessarily have to be (i.e. RP dragons not restricted to just your Necromancer/Servus/Ghoul dragons)
2) To sign up simply join in! On your first post, describe who has shown up to the Wyrmwound and who they brought with them (up to 3 characters-- can be dergs, familiars etc.). State who they interact with or what actions they take.
3) In order to interact with another user's character, please ping the user and indicate which characters are engaging (list both yours and theirs).
format example: @TheCell | Buster, Ichorclaw
Buster walked over to Ichorclaw and barked a gruff hello.
4) You can interact with multiple characters, just be sure to put the "ping|character" heading above each RP entry so users can easily find what to respond to.
5) No strict guidelines on response length. Write a sentence or a book; doesn't matter to me! I'll be writing a book because I haven't been doing Inktober, and I have a muse to scratch and character development to hash out. Feel free to be just as indulgent or simple in using your characters and lore.
6) If you are saying something (opposed to your character saying something) use (( )) to bookend your words apart from your RP
7) Have fun, and if you all enjoy this, we will plan on more for the future! Feel free to PM me suggestions, comments, complaints!
The prompt...
"I'm fine, Yafim." He regarded his Necroservus with a small nod before gazing off, scouring the horizon. To honor the Riot of Rot celebration this year he had decided to retrace his pilgrimage from his birth clan of Outfit Vector to the Wyrmwound. It was the rout he had taken as a pup when he was selected to undergo Her Trials.
Now grown and a seasoned Necromancer, Ichorclaw chose to counsel those that too wished to earn Her gaze and undergo the Necromancer Trials. It was apart of his grandiose plan of growth through multiplication. He envisioned a future with a Necromancer and Necroservus for every clan of Sornieth, and stoked his vision with every breath of his sermons, every heaping of Her praise, and with every impassioned, diseased baptism and rotted work of contagion. And thus Ichorclaw sat upon the red earth on one of the most venerated of days at one of most hallowed of grounds awaiting those who dared do the same, for the path to the Wyrmwound was not for the faint of heart. Would he meet fellow Necromancers or perhaps those who newly ventured to begin Her tasks? He reflected on such things, lost in thought.
His musings were interrupted by a familiar shriek and the hastening of encroaching footsteps. Before he could think to bolt for higher ground, a wiry Wildclaw had charged upon him and skidded to an abrupt halt, kicking up the acerbic dust and goo of the Wasteland. She let out another excited shriek that sounded somewhere between a canid's bark and bird's cry. Her eyes, as crackled and red as the evolving ground, glinted in every facet with impishness as she studied him. Ichorclaw was silent for a beat before letting out a small flourish of sneezes and a grumble. The Guardian turned to them, her features grave.
"'The omen of the Plague sneeze: If once, good germs be traded among friends, if twice ill words instead among enemies,'" she recited reflexively. Ichorclaw squinted at her without riposte and then gawped between the Wildclaw, the rows of particulates still clinging to the air, and back to the Guardian. She was as stony as ever. He opened his mouth in retort, but the effort culminated in a sigh and a slow head shake, an expression between bemusement and exasperation at his lips.
Welcome to our first Necro Community RP!
I have never done an RP thread before, so this will serve as a very casual and "lite" collaborative storytelling prompt intended for the Necromancer subspecies community to celebrate RoR festivities together! Below are a few guidelines:
1) Participants must be a part of the Necromancer community or at least familiar with the subspecies; characters don't necessarily have to be (i.e. RP dragons not restricted to just your Necromancer/Servus/Ghoul dragons)
2) To sign up simply join in! On your first post, describe who has shown up to the Wyrmwound and who they brought with them (up to 3 characters-- can be dergs, familiars etc.). State who they interact with or what actions they take.
3) In order to interact with another user's character, please ping the user and indicate which characters are engaging (list both yours and theirs).
format example: @TheCell | Buster, Ichorclaw
Buster walked over to Ichorclaw and barked a gruff hello.
4) You can interact with multiple characters, just be sure to put the "ping|character" heading above each RP entry so users can easily find what to respond to.
5) No strict guidelines on response length. Write a sentence or a book; doesn't matter to me! I'll be writing a book because I haven't been doing Inktober, and I have a muse to scratch and character development to hash out. Feel free to be just as indulgent or simple in using your characters and lore.
6) If you are saying something (opposed to your character saying something) use (( )) to bookend your words apart from your RP
7) Have fun, and if you all enjoy this, we will plan on more for the future! Feel free to PM me suggestions, comments, complaints!
The prompt...
| Ichorclaw clambered down from the gnarled rocks that made up the basin of the Pustule Lake. He had been meditating at Her cauldron for nearly half the day and perspiration teased his brow. He traversed the rubble with a few calculated hops. His spiny scales, hardened from his Trials, rattled which each of his steps. The noise was like a dissonant wind chime and preceded him, becoming a hallmark of his approach to those that knew him, and as such, alerted to his presence, a weathered, old Guardian ambled over to his side. Her height was at least five times that of his and her form was eclipsed in a quilt of disease so dense that she appeared more Rot than dragon. At her feet was an upturned skull. It was too weathered to easily identify to whom it once belonged, but in tact enough to act as a rudimentary water skin. She pushed it towards him with a subtle gesture of her claw. |
"I'm fine, Yafim." He regarded his Necroservus with a small nod before gazing off, scouring the horizon. To honor the Riot of Rot celebration this year he had decided to retrace his pilgrimage from his birth clan of Outfit Vector to the Wyrmwound. It was the rout he had taken as a pup when he was selected to undergo Her Trials.
Now grown and a seasoned Necromancer, Ichorclaw chose to counsel those that too wished to earn Her gaze and undergo the Necromancer Trials. It was apart of his grandiose plan of growth through multiplication. He envisioned a future with a Necromancer and Necroservus for every clan of Sornieth, and stoked his vision with every breath of his sermons, every heaping of Her praise, and with every impassioned, diseased baptism and rotted work of contagion. And thus Ichorclaw sat upon the red earth on one of the most venerated of days at one of most hallowed of grounds awaiting those who dared do the same, for the path to the Wyrmwound was not for the faint of heart. Would he meet fellow Necromancers or perhaps those who newly ventured to begin Her tasks? He reflected on such things, lost in thought.
His musings were interrupted by a familiar shriek and the hastening of encroaching footsteps. Before he could think to bolt for higher ground, a wiry Wildclaw had charged upon him and skidded to an abrupt halt, kicking up the acerbic dust and goo of the Wasteland. She let out another excited shriek that sounded somewhere between a canid's bark and bird's cry. Her eyes, as crackled and red as the evolving ground, glinted in every facet with impishness as she studied him. Ichorclaw was silent for a beat before letting out a small flourish of sneezes and a grumble. The Guardian turned to them, her features grave.
"'The omen of the Plague sneeze: If once, good germs be traded among friends, if twice ill words instead among enemies,'" she recited reflexively. Ichorclaw squinted at her without riposte and then gawped between the Wildclaw, the rows of particulates still clinging to the air, and back to the Guardian. She was as stony as ever. He opened his mouth in retort, but the effort culminated in a sigh and a slow head shake, an expression between bemusement and exasperation at his lips.
 |
"Klebsiella, did you find any dragons of interest?" He uttered at last. "Not particularly," the Wildclaw replied. "The land is covered in the dead and near dead as usual here. I grew bored and returned to you." "How on Sornieth did you have the patience to stay put for 23 days during your trials? Borrow some of that resolve, why don't you...," he returned. His conversation with the novice Necromancer halted, however, when he caught sight of movement in the distance. Another dragon appeared to be approaching the trio... |
