Rosesong

Oh my gosh, happy birthday Dobby and Simon!! You're both amazingly awesome friends, and I hope that you both have the utmost and relaxation today! Enjoy~

Hi everyone! Because of circumstances with the site and server having been down, I'm postponing the next game night until next week. The original post has been updated to reflect this

You guys are absolutely fantastic, I swear. Strat, Dobby, keep eyes out on your PMs while I sort through things please! I hope to have an OOC up by Sunday at the earliest. Also, just to clarify, this went up immediately after the DDoS when like 7 people had access to the site (then I lost access for the rest of the 12th and most of the 13th, rip)

I'm so glad to have you folks on board! Snow, when I participated in the original UtH RP, I had no experience either. You're more than welcome, and can ask any of us if you ever need help~

Long ago, in the days of its discovery, the Hill was alive with people: explorers, military personnel, scientists, journalists, mystics and brave souls alike, all eager to uncover the secrets that the Hill had to offer. As the initial exploration team vanished inside, the Hill turned into a supernatural area, one where objects appear and disappear relatively quickly. With increasingly longer amounts of time that had passed since the original team's departure, other teams set out into the Hill. After months of teams disappearing into the Hill, the leader of the original team was finally found, alone, wandering out of the Hill in a daze. Disoriented, he told those that found him a cryptic message: Whomever should reach the final chamber of the Hill would have his or her most prominent desire fulfilled. He never spoke another word. Much time had passed since then. The area around the Hill was locked down by the military and, as time passed by, forgotten. Occasionally, some seeking a thrill would enter into the Hill, only to return nearly comatose. As such, a fence was built around the Hill, with the sole purpose of keeping curious adventurers from suffering what had been deemed 'a fate worse than death'. Now, it's a deserted piece of land, one that has been forsaken by all that know its tale. In the middle of a dense, dark forest, 10 years from the construction of the fence, the Hill stands empty. The wind howls over the trees, whistling through the gaps in the old fence, seemingly tugging the outside world to the Hill. If one were to follow the gale of wind, they would spot a big stone arch. Although the center of the arc should be visible, it is not-- there is an unnatural, thick darkness that fills the arch. At the top of the arch, written ancient ruins that are translatable by all that see them, is a warning to those souls brave enough to enter into its depths. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. It's a place nobody want's to visit anymore. Well, almost nobody. Over a year ago, individuals were drawn to the Hill and began a perilous quest to reach the final chamber and bring their deepest desires true, though there was a catch: only one person's dream could come true. You are still someone with a dream and want desperately to turn it into reality. For this one true desire to come true, you don't care who you would have to kill or what you would have to do to make it come to fruition. Hello friends! Earlier this year, a grave mistake was made on my part, and that was to allow an RP that my dear friend Notus began, one that brought the characters through the circles of Hell in hopes of being the first to reach the bottom and have their dreams fulfilled, end without a true conclusion. This is my way of remedying this mistake. A bit of background is that this RP began in the Onyx Arcade in a game called King of the Hill. In this game, one would simply kill the ruler of the hill in order to become the next King. Through this, a few of us began to make the game into an RPish experience, stopping when one of the auth told us to get back on track. In homage to the times that we spent killing and bargaining to be rulers of the hill, this RP was born. Please note that as a Reroll, characters will be provided. Also, even though this is a sequel/conclusion of an RP that used to exist, knowledge of the previous RP is NOT necessary in order to participate-- all pertinent information will be given within the characters that will be up for playing as. Should you wish to read the original RP, here are the links to the finished circles (1-3). Should you be interested in participating, please state so in this thread. If enough people express interest, a sign-up/OOC will be up in a few days. We started a journey through hell friends, and now we need to complete it.

Alright! First off, I'd like to thank everyone that came and played Queen's Game today! It was a lot of fun, and I think apart from the lewd and dark questions we got to know each other just a little bit better. Now, onto next week! The ORIGINAL POST has been updated with information regarding next week's game, as well as the time it will be held! As always, PM me (or post here, it really doesn't matter) any questions or concerns, and I would definitely love for you to post any game ideas that you might have for us all to play! See you all next week!

This and so, so, so much more. Can we get a complete rundown of how mechanics work in this universe, how servants can be summoned, and so on?

Hi everyone! Seeing as the next game night/day/whatever is coming up, the OP has been edited to reflect new information! Please check it out, PM me if you have any questions, and be ready to have some fun!

There is silence, except for the sounds of the blade being released from its sheath with a metallic zing and frantic, labored breathing peppered with sobs. As the blade meets the soft flesh that lies on the inside of the arm, these sobs and heavy breathing turns into a hiss of pain, which fades into a sigh. "Sadness..." comes the quiet, breathy voice, seemingly a bit more steady. Memories race wild, dancing like wildfire. Arguments that had gone too far, loss of trust and hope, frantically trying to regain and repair friendships maimed and injured in the crossfire of things gone too far out of control. An audible sigh as these thoughts flit in and out, the pain seeping away as the blood bubbles up from the small incision, running down the arm free of its constraints. More slices follow, each with its own attached emotion released in the bated breath of relief that follows. "Fury. Loneliness. Pain." With each word spoken, the voice grows stronger, taking back some of the character, color, and liveliness it normally rang vibrantly with. Remembrances fly by in a blur, each barely being touched upon before leaving. The ire of being misunderstood and called out for something unjustly. Gone. The isolation of upsetting those most dear and being unable to talk to them. Gone. The mind numbing, heart shattering realization that it could have been prevented or averted had another course been chosen. Gone. Each memory fades as more and more life leaks from the wounds given a physical presence on the body; cuts to show how the hardship had taken its effect and done its intended damage. Tears reduce from a constant stream to a mere drip, finally drying to stiff, unused trails of feelings traveling away from the soul, exiled never to return. Unstable breathing eases back into a normal pace, steady with returning rhythm and strength. The blood drawn slows its frenzied fleeing, understanding that the agitated fog was now clearing from the mind. A trip to the bathroom is taken, washing away the presence of the hurt and feelings that had left the body in haste. There is a feeling of tranquility, of freedom that sets in as time passes. Each wound is cared for, ensuring that it won't be able to fester and repoison the mind. All of the hurt that has spilled from the self inflicted stupor is cleaned up and thrown away, never to return to affect the mind, body, or soul again. A sigh of relief is had, finally, at the close of the events that had taken place, while eyes search themselves desperately in the mirror. There is a readiness, an eagerness, desperate to take control of life again and not be crushed under the weight of the feelings that threaten to overwhelm and drown. Turning away, resolute in preventing them from taking over again, there is a sense of determination that I would not be the broken person that stared back in the mirror ever again.

Strat, that's unbelievably kind of you to say, and I'm so glad I can call you a friend. Thank you for always being there for me when I'm down and need to talk; it's things like that I appreciate a great deal

Arki, I honestly love some of the questions that you come up with, they make me die of laughter. In turn, thanks for putting up with me constantly QBing you with things taken out of context

So, it was pointed out to me that not everyone goes on the server often enough to see the announcements there, and we want to make sure everyone knows about it! Reborn Game Nights are all about having fun as a community, and as a result a wide variety of games suited for everyone are used to help bring us all closer together! Games can be anything from Cards Against Humanity and Board Game Online to playing Mafia on the server or Queen's Game on Skype! You never know what sort of game we're going to play, so come and join our fun! In the spoiler, I'll always update the date of the next Game Night, as well as the game that will most likely be played! Though, should you have any suggestions for games, post them so that we can all enjoy and have fun as a community! I hope to see you all there, and can't wait to see your game suggestions! (Should anyone have questions, feel free to PM me! I'll answer to the best of my ability) Current list of games that are eligible to be played

Thank you Zephy <3

Oops, sorry Murdoc :x Fixed to show changes

Master Submission~ Character (Player): Illiana Prokofiev (Rosesong/LidaRose) Gender: Female Age: 25 Alignment: Lawful Good Appearance: Illiana stands at 5'8 and is staggeringly thin with ghostly pale skin. She has thick blonde-white hair that reaches the base of her spine with cold, piercing grey eyes that stare from her soft, rounded face. She wears long pants and sleeves, always in varying shades of blues, greys, and blacks. On her right hand, she wears a ring adorned with runes. Personality: Illiana is shy, never speaking first to those she doesn't know or isn't comfortable around. To one getting to know her, she seems polite to no end and afraid of insulting them. It would almost seem as though she has no spine or will to stand up for herself unless provoked. History: Illiana comes from a Russian family known for their skill as Wind mages; the Prokofiev line was utterly surprised when the girl's element ended up being Water. At a young age, her parents insisted that she take up Kali martial arts, believing that the fluid fighting style would benefit their daughter as a Water mage. They flew her in a teacher from the Philippines, and she began studying the art for what would later become seven years of devoted practice. She left her family at the age of 16 and began to travel the lands, apprenticing under various Water mages in order to gain proficiency with her magic. While she studied, Illiana came to acknowledge that she had an affinity for healing. As she began her work on her own, her name became more well known to those around; eventually, young Water mages would come asking for her to teach them. However, Illiana never felt as though she had learned enough, and when red tattoos appeared on her neck, she began to feel as though Japan would help her in her quest. She quickly began to make her way to Japan, hoping that she would be able to increase her knowledge and skill in a new environment. Skills: Water mage that specializes in healing minor wounds. Proficient user in Kali martial arts, both with and without a weapon. Servant: No preference

I'm glad that we've become friends Mike, and I hope your birthday is relaxed and full of happiness; you definitely deserve it. Have a good one~

Edge, you look fantastic