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ToWriteAndWander
Not all those who wander are lost.
- Joined
- Jun 8, 2020
All images and links should be considered NSFW
Looking for:
CO-GM (Female) to help with that side of things as the need arises! (Female CO GM Open)
2 Male Characters (Role 1 Open, Role 2 Open)
2 Female Characters (Role 1 Open, Role 2 Open)
Setting:
Fantasy / Medieval World
No Magic
No Non-Humans
Characters:
Ship Wreck Survivors - Males and Females
Amazons - Females (Examples; NSFW 1, NSFW 2, NSFW 3)
The Plot:
Ten years ago, Prince Archibald amassed a flotilla and ventured West, across the Great Sea, in search of the Lost Western Lands. No one could be certain they existed and many experts believed that the Edge of the World was awaited those who journeyed West. The Old Scroll and Legends talked of a rich and prosperous land to the West. Many argued that if such a land existed, why had no one ever seen their boats or ships? If they were so prosperous, why hadn't they journeyed East in search of new lands?
The Prince was convinced that such lands were out there. Many thought that he was taken his Armada to conquer some of the Western Isles and set up his own Kingdom, his jealousy of his Father the King and older brother the Crown Prince creating many power-hungry rumors. No one thought the Prince bold enough to try and kill his older brother so many expected a new Kingdom to be formed. Several of the ships carried Soldiers, many of whom had fought with the Prince over the most recent campaign season.
Two years later, one of the ships returned. A Ghost ship, its mast snapped, its sails gone, the ship listing badly to one side, heavily damaged. From combat or storm, it was impossible to tell. But no crew remained on its decks. There wasn't even a rat to be found on board. All the supplies were gone and there was no sign of what had happened to the crew. It was labelled a cursed ship and set afire, least it bring its bad luck back with it.
In those ten years, King Baldimere has grown more fragile, more mentally unstable. He rants and raves into the late hours of the night and many question when the Crown Prince will step up and take the Throne that is rightfully his. But before that happens, the King commissions an expedition. Three new ships, outfitted for exploration and swiftness, to journey to the West and find Prince Archibald and bring him home.
The Present:
Three months at sea. Thats how long it had been. One ship had turned back already, having taking a beating during a storm, a few hands washed overboard. Did they even have enough supplies to make it back to the Western Isles? It was a chanced they were willing to take. That left the Swallow and the Sparrow as the two remaining ships in the expedition. It had been 8 weeks since they had last sighted land. And now? Now they were in the doldrums. Not a breath of wind to balloon the sails. The two ships drifted, at the mercy of the currents, as the hot, hot sun beat down on them.
Fresh water was dwindling down to a cup-a-day. Rations were the stalest of biscuits often with maggots in them. They were in trouble and knew it, but there was nothing they could do. Then, in the middle of the night, disaster struck.
A storm so fierce sprung on them out of nothing. A flash of lightning and terrifying boom of thunder that woke everyone on board was the only warning they got. The rain came down in torrents - to the relief of the crew who looked skywards with mouths open, drinking in the fresh water. But then the winds came, roaring out of the east, whipping the once still water into a frenzy of waves. The sails billowed out, snapping their cords tight. The once joyful crew soon realized they were in a battle for their lives, lashing themselves to the deck least they be swept overboard.
The ships were tossed around like toys, half swamped by the waves that crashed into them from every side. There was no forward direction, no direction to turn the bow of the ship to lessen the impact of the waves. How long the storm lasted, no one knew. The crews, half drowned and exhausted, clung on with what little strength they had. The masts snapped, dragging unfortunate souls into the dark waters. Supplies were tossed around below decks, as much a danger to a person as the waves outside.
The hulls creaked and cracked, water springing inside. And then the ships were sundered, splitting apart, bashed to pieces on the rocks.
The storm blew itself back out to sea, leaving the bodies and wreckage of the ships in a now peaceful bay, the beach and water littered with debris. Unconscious and battered bodies washed ashore along with the dead. The Tropical Paradise was beautiful if not for the death so suddenly washed on its shores. Bird song floated through the jungle. The sands were a pristine white, the soft lap of the waves washing on the shore. The sun was warm but not over bearing and a cool breeze blew in off the ocean.
For those that had survived, they'd be thankful to be back on dry land once more. But they'd soon learn that they were not alone. No, the jungle had eyes and death lurked not far behind.
The Amazons:
A tribe of Amazon Warriors - beautiful woman, naked save for a loin cloth, skilled archers and trackers - watched from the edge of the Jungle. They had seen these types of ships before and knew what sort of cargo they carried. They mostly saw men as a way to breed and pleasure themselves, a way to add new girls to their tribe. The men were often killed once their usefulness was at an end - the males in the tribe serving the women and acting as breeding studs. Once they hit a certain age, they were cast out or killed in a ritualistic style.
These women, though, were part of a Rebellion, protecting their lands and stopping the encroachment of what they called 'The Empire'. The Empire was constructing massive ships and had conquered several groups of people. It had all started 10 years ago, when ships like these had reached the shores and landed. The Amazons didn't know much more than that.
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General Information:
Players can be either ship-wreck survivors (part of the expedition) or if female, they can be part of the Amazon Tribe that rescues the survivors.
If you are interested in joining this Small Group RP, please state your interest here AND send me a PM. When you send me the PM, please put your FAVORITE COLOR and which party (AMAZON, SURVIVOR) in the subject like (Example: Purple Amazon, Blue Survivor).
If you have any questions, please send me a PM. I will add more information to this thread if it is relevant!
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