Nine Swords

We are organising a Sunday 9S-RP (completely separate from the Monday Night RP storyline).

If you're interested in trying some RP, come and join us on Sunday 18 May at 18.30 GMT at the Albion Theatre.
Hope to see you there!


(Please leave a quick reply if you're planning on coming.)

I plan to be there.

I'll spend the week creating a background story for my character.

Great!

Have a look at 'The Cabinet' here on the forum (if you haven't already). You can browse through a number of character sheets.

Yes, the idea here is to try to find a time where our US members can also attend and have fun RPing !!

I personnaly won't be able to be here as I have previous commitments on Sunday evenings unfortunately

I'll be there. Though, depending on how the raid goes, may be there a little after the start time.

Great. We'll see you when you get there!

So, there it is. Our first Sunday RP was a great succes!

After we chatted for a bit, the others accompanied me to Egypt, because I hadn't heard back from a friend who runs a hotel there.
From left to right (not including me): Riane, Tara, Joleshie, Claretta and Aberlour.

The hotel was infested with hideous creatures who held some of the staff in cages!
(The pictures are too horrible to show.)

We finally found my friend...dead on the ground. A truly sad ending for such a great friend.


We headed back to the cafe in Al-Merayah, where we talked a bit about what happened.

The idea now is to schedule the Sunday RP every two weeks - next one on Sunday 1 June.

A new thread will be set up to post ideas for this.

Egypt

We stand there, five of us, around a dead body, the stench of blood in the air. I don't know the man on the floor, but I know the pain of losing a friend. I offer my condolences to Dutch, his face a mixture of pain and anger, but they are meaningless words spoken by a near-stranger.

“I, I...I would like to kill all of these creatures. Payback!,” Dutch suddenly shouts, then runs out of the room.

I follow, finger on the trigger. Dutch finds the nearest group of ghouls and lets loose. We all do the same and make quick work of the fiends. But, as soon as they fall, more take their place. We fight for minutes, a never ending stream of ghouls.

“They seem to return as fast as we can kill them,” I say to no one in particular as I squeeze the trigger, splattering ghoul blood over the once pristine hotel walls.

We continue to another room, dispatching more ghouls, the futility starting to dawn on Dutch. Eventually he stops moving, and we stand there, five of us, around a dead body. The stench of death in the air.

Fucking Egypt. It never gets better.

Wow. Great narative. Got me right back there!