Need a role.

[Azareth]

Please and thank you... Give me all your best ideas.

[jstorrie]

Effete but murderous Salarri archer/merchant who loves to hunt and is obsessed with bows.

[brytta.leofa]

Human warrior/hunter (or warrior/mercenary, but that's unnecessary if you follow my career suggestion). Start 'em fairly young (16?); join the Byn; distinguish yourself; work into one of the noble house militias.

[Thunkkin]

A leather-clad misogynist gicker-hunter who dotes on his loving old ma'.

[lussien]

A loincloth clad, eccentric merchant/nomad/linguist who likes to make things, sell things and travel the world.

[Wolfsong]

Cut in. A bright-eyed young Arm conscript chases an elf down a dusty street, the cool night quiet but for the clap of boots on stone. Cornering the suspected burglar in an alleyway, the conscript steps forward to arrest the criminal - and out of the shadows come the rest of the elf's tribe. Cut out. Fade in. Tortured, brutalized, mangled, the conscript lies bleeding in the alleyway, drifting in and out of consciousness. Pan across his right hand, pan down - there's no arm. It ends at the wrist. He's missing an eye, his body is broken, and one leg is twisted beneath him. He's conscious again, his one remaining eye opens. Blood pools in the corner. Cut out.

Fade in. Twenty years later, a now middle-aged, bitter transient in Luirs questions the disappearance of his life-mate and business partner. Pan up to the man's face: his eyes are shut, he's cradling a mug of spiced ale in his hand. His eyes open - or, rather, his eye opens. It's the same man from the alley. His hand is gone, his sleeve pulls back as he lifts his mug up, baring a scarred, rough stump. Discharged from service in His Arm and set adrift after that fateful night, with few prospects and fewer body parts, he had wandered - restless, limping, noir. But eventually he had settled, and for a little while, he was happy. Fade out.

But now, sometimes, out of the corner of his eye he can see down dark alleys the glint of dull obsidian knives.

[boog]

Cut in. A bright-eyed young Arm conscript chases an elf down a dusty street, the cool night quiet but for the clap of boots on stone. Cornering the suspected burglar in an alleyway, the conscript steps forward to arrest the criminal - and out of the shadows come the rest of the elf's tribe. Cut out. Fade in. Tortured, brutalized, mangled, the conscript lies bleeding in the alleyway, drifting in and out of consciousness. Pan across his right hand, pan down - there's no arm. It ends at the wrist. He's missing an eye, his body is broken, and one leg is twisted beneath him. He's conscious again, his one remaining eye opens. Blood pools in the corner. Cut out.

Fade in. Twenty years later, a now middle-aged, bitter transient in Luirs questions the disappearance of his life-mate and business partner. Pan up to the man's face: his eyes are shut, he's cradling a mug of spiced ale in his hand. His eyes open - or, rather, his eye opens. It's the same man from the alley. His hand is gone, his sleeve pulls back as he lifts his mug up, baring a scarred, rough stump. Discharged from service in His Arm and set adrift after that fateful night, with few prospects and fewer body parts, he had wandered - restless, limping, noir. But eventually he had settled, and for a little while, he was happy. Fade out.

But now, sometimes, out of the corner of his eye he can see down dark alleys the glint of dull obsidian knives.

GO WRITE A FUCKIN BOOK.

ilu

[lordcooper]

Cut in. A bright-eyed young Arm conscript chases an elf down a dusty street, the cool night quiet but for the clap of boots on stone. Cornering the suspected burglar in an alleyway, the conscript steps forward to arrest the criminal - and out of the shadows come the rest of the elf's tribe. Cut out. Fade in. Tortured, brutalized, mangled, the conscript lies bleeding in the alleyway, drifting in and out of consciousness. Pan across his right hand, pan down - there's no arm. It ends at the wrist. He's missing an eye, his body is broken, and one leg is twisted beneath him. He's conscious again, his one remaining eye opens. Blood pools in the corner. Cut out.

Fade in. Twenty years later, a now middle-aged, bitter transient in Luirs questions the disappearance of his life-mate and business partner. Pan up to the man's face: his eyes are shut, he's cradling a mug of spiced ale in his hand. His eyes open - or, rather, his eye opens. It's the same man from the alley. His hand is gone, his sleeve pulls back as he lifts his mug up, baring a scarred, rough stump. Discharged from service in His Arm and set adrift after that fateful night, with few prospects and fewer body parts, he had wandered - restless, limping, noir. But eventually he had settled, and for a little while, he was happy. Fade out.

But now, sometimes, out of the corner of his eye he can see down dark alleys the glint of dull obsidian knives.

GO WRITE A FUCKIN BOOK.

ilu

Seconded.  I'll buy it.

[Sephiroto]

A half-giant merchant.  I tried it once.

[Barzalene]

A half-giant merchant.  I tried it once.

How did it go?

[Ami]

Dwarf Prostitute with crotch rot.

Focus: Spread rot to the entire population of a city.

[lordcooper]

Dwarf Prostitute with crotch rot.

Focus: Spread rot to the entire population of a city.

I can't really see that working.  Why would they ever charge?

[Ami]

Dwarf Prostitute with crotch rot.

Focus: Spread rot to the entire population of a city.

I can't really see that working.  Why would they ever charge?

Ok just a dwarf who wants to spread it around a city?

[spicemustflow]

Dwarf Prostitute with crotch rot.

Focus: Spread rot to the entire population of a city.

I can't really see that working.  Why would they ever charge?

So it won't be suspicious. The beauty of the concept is how to make herself so alluring that everyone would want to pay.

[Barzalene]

Dwarf Prostitute with crotch rot.

Focus: Spread rot to the entire population of a city.

I can't really see that working.  Why would they ever charge?

For money. For food and water and revealing  clothing and a cheap apartment etc.

[Wolfsong]

It'd be a convincing ruse, too.

A curvaceous dwarven woman says in sirihish, "Well... Normally I'd charge fifty 'sid for a screw, but for you, honey? It's free."

You notice a curvaceous dwarven woman smirk.

A curvaceous dwarven woman thinks, feeling pleased with herself, "Nobody can resist a good deal."

[Ami]

Decked out with a curly wig, thick kohl and some stockings.

[Riya OniSenshi]

Why are you all assuming it's a female dwarf?

[spicemustflow]

Decked out with a curly wig, thick kohl and some stockings.

It's creepy, I keep thinking you're nine years old despite you pumping out mudsex themed posts.

[lordcooper]

Why are you all assuming it's a female dwarf?

Only Woflsong's post implied female.

And I guess s/he pretty much has to pick one.

[Sephiroto]

A half-giant merchant.  I tried it once.

How did it go?

Zalanthans are racists.  They seem to believe every half-giant should be an axe-toting, skull-smashing killing machine.  I thought the concept was pretty win.  It was a lot of fun while it lasted.

[Titania]

The half-giant is a merchant who sells the services of the dwarf and is also friends with her. when people complain *squish*

[lordcooper]

The half-giant is a merchant who sells the services of the dwarf and is also friends with her. when people complain *squish*

Has the HG also been infected?

Also, I'm now disturbed by the concept of a HG and a stump getting off.

[BlackMagic0]

The half-giant is a merchant who sells the services of the dwarf and is also friends with her. when people complain *squish*

Has the HG also been infected?

Also, I'm now disturbed by the concept of a HG and a stump getting off.

Just wait until you see a city elf and half giant getting off together.. *shudders*

I have... and it was willingly!

[lordcooper]

The half-giant is a merchant who sells the services of the dwarf and is also friends with her. when people complain *squish*

Has the HG also been infected?

Also, I'm now disturbed by the concept of a HG and a stump getting off.

Just wait until you see a city elf and half giant getting off together.. *shudders*

I have... and it was willingly!

Grim indeed, but I was thinking more about relative sizes.  A male HG and female stump = split stump as far as I'm concerned.

[perfecto]

Fantastic work Wolfsong, I'm going to keep you in mind for a future roll. (grins)

As for new ideas...

Why not play a purebred human noble who's incredibly sexual in nature and wants to sleep with everyone they like and is diseased with lovebleed.

See how that works out for everyone.

[stark]

Was he green skinned? I seem to remember a HG merchant. He shattered a weapon and had to kill scrabs with scrab legs and pincers to make it back home once..

A half-giant merchant.  I tried it once.

[Reiteration]

Was he green skinned? I seem to remember a HG merchant. He shattered a weapon and had to kill scrabs with scrab legs and pincers to make it back home once..

A half-giant merchant.  I tried it once.

I can just imagine a half-giant in a karate stance holding scrab pincers.

[Barzalene]

I remember one back in '07 or '08.

[Synthesis]

The half-giant is a merchant who sells the services of the dwarf and is also friends with her. when people complain *squish*

Has the HG also been infected?

Also, I'm now disturbed by the concept of a HG and a stump getting off.

Just wait until you see a city elf and half giant getting off together.. *shudders*

I have... and it was willingly!

Grim indeed, but I was thinking more about relative sizes.  A male HG and female stump = split stump as far as I'm concerned.

Sex doesn't necessarily involve penetration.  That could lend new meaning to the term "pole dancing."

[perfecto]

(grimacing)

Or Sand Sifting...

[Qzzrbl]

(grimacing)

Or Sand Sifting...

....Ew.

[Potaje]

Dwarf Prostitute with crotch rot.

Focus: Spread rot to the entire population of a city.

I can't really see that working.  Why would they ever charge?

Because they are baby smooth down there, and drov, hair traps smell, so with that thinking, they could possibly smell better, with the sweet twang pungents of crotch rot.

[Synthesis]

Dwarf Prostitute with crotch rot.

Focus: Spread rot to the entire population of a city.

I can't really see that working.  Why would they ever charge?

Because they are baby smooth down there, and drov, hair traps smell, so with that thinking, they could possibly smell better, with the sweet twang pungents of crotch rot.

I imagine a dwarf's pubococcygeus muscle is exceptionally well-developed, by human standards.

[Marauder Moe]

Code Select Expand

>enter thread

>emote peeks into the thread and looks around.

>leave (without a word)

[Malifaxis]

Code Select Expand

think (worried and slightly off-put) Moe's a damn smart man.
Feeling worried and slightly off-put, you think, "Moe's a damn smart man."

leave


[Sam]

A time traveling Nilazi.

But wait!
You aren't a nilazi. You are also not a time traveler.

But wait!
You think you are a time traveler! You also think you are a nilazi! You can only enter the void when you black out and then you are always somewhere different. Concrete proof you are what you think you are.

And you hear voices from the future.

[FiveDisgruntledMonkeysWit]

http://www.zalanthas.org/gdb/index.php/topic,40232.msg573146.html#new
How can this not make you want to play a Soh? It makes me want to make a Soh.