RPGWW

(Note: This is not historically acurate. There are bound to be mistakes, errors and the such. We are starting with the Yellow Turban Rebellion, just when it was finally quelled..game wise that is. Make your entrance, perferablly using your ruler, Just this once, to do so. Even if your person was not around for this, he/she can still particpate. Which means, Qaios=Sun Jian. Dian Wei= Cao Cao. Jhang Liao = No one, one of Lu ...

Zarnk was a cleric, in school he always learned new spells fast, and never miscast them, but one day when out collecting shrubs for a new spell, he decided to spend the night in a cave. In the cave he found a mysterious painting, and when he touched it, it opened into a large cavern. Zarnk entered the cavern, and seconds after he stepped in he was grabbed and knocked unconscious...

When Zarnk awoke, he ...

<span style="color:red;">Fall, 1995.</span>

The Mistress of Childs Manor, long known in the community for her benevolent work with children, has extended a boon to the disadvantaged children there, offering any four a place to live in the Manor, where they will receive food and clothing far above what the orphanage could ever offer, and an education that would cost other children millions of dollars to attain.

Some time has finally passed, and on one eventful ...

(OOC: Here's the RP.. I figured I would start the intro post before I went to bed. As much as I like enthusiasm, I'm going to have to ask you guys to not post anything more than your intro for the time being..)

<span style="color:red;font-family:century gothic;font-size:large;">RESIDENT EVIL</span>
<span style="color:red;font-family:century gothic;font-size:small;"> Midnight Crisis</span>

Veribrant City, 8:00PM
The Rettelli Residence

Amidst the darkness of a quiet apartment, a light shone. This light flickered every so often, casting ...

In the dark streets of Nore, a shadow walks along the concrete sidewalk.

"I hate this...no allies. I gotta do his dirty work by myself and get all the blame. Inconciderate whelp. No why I'm gonna find someone to do it...unless."

Freya turns her face to the night sky. Her blue eyes sparkle like the stars themselves. A smile runs across her face, and she heads to the nearest pub.

"Best place to get suckers." ...

(OOC. Do not post in this RP unless I have given you the ok. You must post a char, and I must accept it in order for you to be in this rp. I am dead serious about this rp, and if you do not post in the OOC, and post here I will ask the moderators to remove your post. I don't want to be mean but I want to make a good rp.) ...

It's the last night of the year. Celebrations have already begun in the usually quiet and decaying city of Gary, a stark contrast to the great and prosperous city of Chicago. People hurry through the streets, trying their best to ignore brutes, punks and other dregs that lines the street, waiting for an easy prey. The usually quiet city is bustling with life, but as the city itself the people have abandoned all hope, all ...

The morning breaks slowly in the east of Mirroh. Shadowed by the great mountains Erek and Elez´Khal the land of Farak Wirrock remains dark enough for it's creatures to be active even during the day.

Bordered by barren wastelands and scavengers the region of darkness is impenetratable. Behind these natural defenses a force is steadily growing like a tremendous tumour, threatening to devore the entire world...

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"<span style="color:green;">Corporal Korkasha!!</span>" The voice of the orc ...

(OOC: I changed the name of the town)

Pine Heights
Wednesday, 5:30 AM

A truck is quietly driving down the road, heading towards the town. From it's appearance one can tell it was of military origin. Inside the cab, the driver was relaxing, with a cup of coffee, listening to some oldies on the radio. One of his favorite songs.

"Please allow me to introduce myself... I'm a man... of wealth... and taste."

He had ...

((Screw this waiting. Here goes...))

A lonely winter's night in London, 1870, snowflakes falling from the sky, their frozen beauty stunning in contrast to the black night sky, white stars glittering as the moon hangs above it all, huge and harsh white in a sea of star-scattered black. A drunk, salt-and-pepper beard covered in filth and food scraps, sits in a doorway, sheltering from the night's embrace, his only warmth coming from a bottle of ...