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Guardian last won the day on July 24 2015

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  1. Ok sorry I haven't been on internet is out guy is supposed to be out to fix it in the morning cell signal is bad at the house but I'd be down to brainstorm this weekend too.
  2. Got it sorry my brain went off the rails trying to do ten things at once.
  3. Now if I could figure out a signature I'm over here messing with one but it came out awful lol
  4. I am currently trying to revamp my profile looking for a new signature and I am wondering if someone can help. Not really looking for anything to do with a character more something to represent my Guardian alias on here. Something with med fantasy feel would be nice.
  5. I am a bit rusty but depending on the style of writing you guys want. A more off the cuff react as we go old school style or a kind of cohesive world I could do a little DM style story telling based on everyone's input. Either way is fine with me.
  6. Yeah let's brain storm some ideas the world is so massive we have a lot of room to work with. I know I can do some other character writing myself but what would you guys like to write and see out of a story like this? I wanna write a warder. White tower politics and in general the subtle manipulations of the world they live in always worked for me.
  7. (This is open to anyone if you have questions and would like to join please feel free to contact me privately. ) What world had man created in which there was no escape from stench? Long ago the universe had seen fit to create its share of rancid odors and befoul life with their ilk upon occasion. Modern man had taken it to a point that was simply inexcusable. Great streams of human excrement that flowed beneath the cities like a monument to filth. They stole the joys of the fresh air and the spring plants they had long ago paved over with lifeless stone. In a nut shell humanity could liberally and with ferocity suck his left testicle for what they had done to an otherwise perfectly good place to live. He longed for the snow covered planes of his homeland. Craved the unforgiving bite of winter that reminded one that they were alive even as it sought to claim that very life for its own. That was how a man lived, that was the kind of fight that kept you on your toes. This life made you soft it lulled you into a sense of security until you hung yourself with a noose of your own making. Worst of all it made you think it acceptable to pay five dollars for a cup of bean juice... speaking of which. “Gastof a quick stop at a star bucks before we arrive. I will need my energy I am to do business. “ He said giving the old gray haired man a winning smile. He hated Los Angeles with a passion and its only saving grace was no shortage of delectable things to eat living or otherwise. “Right away Sir Romanov “ The driver said tipping his hat as he turned his attention to beach they were passing on their left and what amounted to a bathing suit that was little more than a string. In his day women had understood the fine art of being the amazing creatures they where. How to hide the wonders mother nature had given them revealing just enough to drive a man wild. They could so carefully pull at a mans strings as to bring whole wars entirely in their names. Now they gave the entire show away without even a price of admission and he found it stole so much of the thrill he had once found in the chase. This of course was distraction, great distraction from his likely purpose. He was what they called a fixer in fact he was the fixer of problems as it pertained to their immortal breed once upon a time they had called him the Russian death when he served the family from which he now took his name and if they had deemed to summon him from his seclusion it meant someone's hands were attempting not to get dirty. His drink was sweet perhaps too sweet for how it made his insides buzz. He often wondered if they simply had forgone the coffee bean and dyed cocaine and water brown to reach the concoction that now passed as modern coffee. This triple shot espresso he likened it to something he had once seen snorted off a strippers backside. The car stopped at a massive gate and then wound its way up a long drive where he excused himself and without knocking let himself in. There were advantages to having forged in the minds of the weak a reputation as something to fear. He found it best often times to reinforce it with his actions. Whomever the counsel had sent it was probably some young upstart aristocrat with a pension for kissing up to their betters. He wanted to let them know right then and there that their imagined authority ended precisely in front of the ground his boots rested on. This was not the first time he had been here and he walked into a large library falling lazily into a chair after helping himself to a large glass of scotch that had obviously not been intended for him. “Enteri Romanov I see you have not changed in the slightest .” The voice was calm and regal it held this ice to it that sent a momentary start through his body and he was up in a heartbeat ..”Counselor Tobias .” His form bent into the deepest bow imaginable for where he had expected a child of their kind was a living legend one of the counsel in fact his own sire. He wore an overly expensive Armani suit, perfectly shined shoes even his hair and nails had been perfectly sculpted to present a particular heir of superiority. This in stark contrast to the leather pants and coat he had worn which he now pulled tight to himself feeling drastically under dressed. “Rise we have business and you drank my scotch I don't want this to take forever. “ the old one said gesturing with his right hand. This was ominous very few of their kind beyond those sired by one of them. Those considered the purest of the upper vampire classes had ever met a counsel member and if he was here that meant Enteri's life was about to get impossibly complicated. “To what do I owe the honor sire?” he said falling back into the chair his words chosen carefully to remind the elder of their connection in an effort to cut through some of the bureaucracy and net him a few straight answers. “Are you familiar with the prophecy of great elder ?” The old one asked pouring himself a fresh glass of scotch. “Of course sire wise tales told to young fledglings to terrify them into obedience “ he answered. These were the tales of the father of their kind Cain. The mad vampire who had plunged their ancestors into a religious war under the guise of Christianity that had nearly destroyed them all. They used to whisper his name to send chills down the spines of the newly awakened. “I speak not of children's stories boy but of a legend real and true. One I saw with my own eyes and terror which I endured. I speak of a mission that has been entrusted to you which will either gain you the unending favor of your elder's or doom you to death should you fail. “ The gravity of his words settled in the air and Enteri chuckled. Almost everything resulted in death with the counsel . Let the man live they wanted dead and you took his place. Defy their order's and you ended up in a shallow grave. Forget one of them liked skimmed milk .. death that was their entire demeanor and he was used to it. “There is a prophecy involving Cain one of his awakening I am sure you remember?” There was no vampire who did not. On a rare occasion a fledgling would be made accidentally of a descendant of Cain's mortal line. These vampires with time would even surpass the vampires of his own generation rival the counsel. They were treated as vessels of Cain's madness usually trotted out and executed as part of a side show. The legend had it that if you allowed too many to exist. That were Cain's madness to be allowed to populate the world once again their mad patriarch would be born anew. “There have been an alarming number of the descended born recently Enteri. we were seeing one, maybe two every few years. In the last months we have killed ten. This he punctuated by handing him a phone. “There is a list here populated by our genealogy specialists. What we would have you is to find and execute as many of these individuals as possible. There was an awkward pause Tobia's knew what he was asking without actually requesting it. The law stated that these unfortunate soul's the descended were to be left alone unless turned. He was being asked to break the law and it was unspoken that if he were found out the counsel would execute him for defying the same law's they requested he break behind closed doors. “Will that be all?” He asked as he pocketed the phone and the old one gestured for the door. In a flash he was up and he had exited. Something had the counsel flustered. Perhaps they actually did fear the return of the father of shadows and the only being that had ever bent them to a knee? Of course he was going to do exactly as they asked. No amount of reputation would keep one of them from squeezing him until his eyeballs popped out of his head and drinking him like a cup of the American Koolaid if he did not.
  8. Anyone who knows me will tell you I am a disciple not just a fan of Robert Jordan. I used to roleplay a lot on the old dragon mount site and I am wondering if anyone wants to collaborate on something like this?
  9. "Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this. The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power. What pure power means you will understand presently. We are different from the oligarchies of the past in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites. The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just around the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me."

    1. Noko

      Noko

      I see someone else did a re-read of 1984 recently.. 😉

    2. Guardian

      Guardian

      Hard not to when you are getting to see it live lol.

  10. I will definitely give it a look and I could always use someone to just write with especially when I am going to be trying to get my legs back under me. I once expected a lot more out of myself than my first post back exhibited lol.
  11. Stares at the Colosseum ..hmm  yes no maybe?

     

  12. Honestly I have always been the kind I can write anything so long as there is a good story to be found. I already jumped in and started a warm up thread I mean I haven't posted anything since 2015 I might just have a little rust.
  13. So I am not exactly new but I am attempting a comeback after a looooong hiatus forgive me but I jumped right in and started writing before I posted this.
  14. Just when you thought it was safe to go back on the old writing site . 

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