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Setting out my shingle - the Requests of Methos

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I supose its somewhat incumbent upon me to offer up an inkling of what exactly I'd like from the various roleplayers hereabouts. Hence I'll attempt to outline my inclinations and a few ideas that have been bouncing around my head. Naturally people are free to propose their own.

Firstly, I supose who am I looking for? Females.

What kind of females? The literate sort, firstly because that's what I enjoy reading, secondly as you're going to think "Methos is a wordy bastard" otherwise.

What do I like?

First and foremost, I like well written descriptive stories. If you're on the same page as me there chances are we can figure something out.

What are the kinks so to speak? Non-con, force, bondage, bdsm, incest, intregue, struggles, exotic partners, anal, oral, slavery.

Now that can sound a bit dark and extreme. For what its worth some of the better roleplays I've been involved in have been fairly mild. The dynamic between the characters is really what drives a story rather than whether it hits on a few sexual buttons. But let me be clear, I've played everything from a heroic prince whom rescues the damsel in distress, to a cruel sadistic warlord intent on breaking his prisoner into a devoted sex slave. Its a fairly broad spectrum to move along.

What kind of settings do I like?

I'm fond of quasi historical settings, this can be bronze age, Greek or Roman, Dark age, medieval or Victorian era type settings. Fantasy settings are a favourite of mine. Post-appocyptic, sci-fi, modern fantasy and modern can also be fun. I also quite enjoy mythology, hence settings which have some real basis can be adapted to readily adapted to mythology and I find that quite enjoyable.

I'll get around to writing in some ideas and roles I enjoy when I have a bit more time.
 
So what are some things I'd like to find someone to roleplay with me?

An excellent question naturally here a few things I've had on my mind.

Rome has many patrician families, and the fortunes of them rise and fall on a variety of business dealings and agricultural matters. Sometimes the desire to win big also results in devestating losses. Your character's father has just lost everything. His finances are in ruins, he must flee the city with whatever he can take with him before his enemies and debt collectors imprison him and sell all his possessions. But he does have a way out. His younger, half brother has had exactly the opposite string of fortune. His cards so to speak have been aces. He offers to buy some family holdings so long as the contract is backdated for what under the circumstances is a generous price, but on one condition his niece is sold to him as a slave. Under the circumstances your father accepts all to quickly and a life of privelege becomes that of a slave and a toy.

Ancient Greece has been plagued by monsters that have wrecked havoc and misfortune over the countryside. Some claim its the work of Hades as all the destruction they've wrecked has favoured one city which has gained his favour and expanded their territory and dominated their weakened neighbours. Now monsters have ravaged your city's countryside, captured many of your people and the enemy city's army has sacked your palace and captured you! Is their no hero that can deliver you from wreck and ruin?

You are a would be singer/actress. You're gorgeous and charming of course, but artistic talent really wasn't your strong suit. On the other hand you have a dream, you want to sing, dance and be on television and the big screen. But your auditions have gone terribly, your demo tapes have been rejected and your would be career as the next big thing is going absolutely nowhere. However, one of your friends has got you a meeting with the CEO of a multimedia company and he says he can make you a star but of course there is a catch...

Captain Amazing is the guardian of Capital City. None can fly fast, hit harder, be more durable or shoot bolts of energy with the force he can. To put it simply - he's amazing. Hence its almost inexplicable why he constantly finds himself pitted against one villainess, over and over again. He captures her, hands her over to the authorities, she escapes and then she's back in his city again making her presence known so he'll come after her. Finally as he captures her once more he demands to know why!

The King has quarelled with his greatest warrior. As a result he has withdrawn to his own lands, refuses to lead his men or the King's armies into the battle. As a result the war has gone badly. He has sent you to persuade his champion to return to battle. I could see a number of different possibilities for this be it the King's daughter, a legendary beauty, a courtsean or a sorceress or some combiantion of those mentioned previously.

A peaceful kingdom has grown fat, wealthy and content through prosperous agriculture and trade. They had peaceful neighbours, and high walls to keep out bandits. What they weren't expecting was fleet of Viking ships to appear upon the horizon.

He is the greatest wizard of his age. Naturally he is not taking upon students, his work and research are far too important to be troubled by anything so tiresome as teaching. You, however, consider yourself a prodigy and having heard of this reclusive master insist that on this occasion there ought to be an exception...

(story ideas updated)
 
Here's a bit of a writing sample...post from a pm game (hi if you've seen this already!) I did get a bit carried away.

Richard sat at a table with several of his generals studying a map of the surrounding countryside. Small statues were placed upon it to represent divisions of the army and several mugs of ale had been place upon it to represent enemy fortresses. As the young king looked around the room, spirits had never been higher. While they had lost not a few of their number everyone could seemingly feel that unlike years of campaigning where battles had gone back and forth, and territory had been gained and lost. This time was different. Hence as the king leaned in his fingers tracing along one road as he noted “We take the north road to their capital. Only one castle lines between us and them and the route is flat. Little chance they can stage and ambush. We’re leave a garrison here. We’ll beside Whelther Castle here along the road and upon taking it, proceed to their capital which we shall besiege, conqueror, sack and claim.” He grinned “I only wish my father was here to see it.”

As he stood there encircled by his closest military advisors in the drafty hall of this seized provincial castle a guard pushed in through the door. “My king - I think you should see this. The Garethians have sent their…delegation.” The King looked up from his map and nodded “What I’ve never seen an ambassador before?” The guard shook his head and then responded “No sire, its just I don’t think that’s an ambassador it looks like the King sent his daughter.” The guard offered a slightly sheepish smile as he noted “Or at least that’s how I’ve seen her described.” “His daughter? Why is he sending her…ahh by god he is desperate then eh? Isn’t she married?”

He turned to his advisors and after they conferred a moment they all mumbled their agreement. Richard shrugged and then remarked “Send in the messenger. Then after I’m finished reading their missive show in the princess.” He stated rather simply, he took a seat, although for the moment he wasn’t clad particularly regally. He could easily have been taken for any well to do knight aside from his demeanour and how the others differed to him. But as he pulled out a chair and others fanned out behind him, he was clearly the centre and focal point of the room. Thus as his elbow propped up on the arm of the chair he waited.

The messenger was escorted in and indeed went through a rather exhaustive amount of honorifics and flattery before he produced a rather lengthy scroll with the Garethian King’s seal upon it. Richard slouched back in his chair and broke the seal from the scroll. Thereafter he unfurled it before him and rather casually read it aloud “Dear most valiant royal cousin”. The King paused as he muttered “Really? He claims a distant kinship from five generations ago now?” His eyes trailed down the scroll as he snorted “Oh well he offers me land that I’ve seized from him that he has no way of taking back from me. Generous of him isn’t it? And some land I could bloody well take from him tomorrow if I had a mind to.”

Despite his evident scepticism he read onwards “5,000 pounds of gold to be paid to me to compensate me for any past losses of my kin and people.” He smiled faintly “He ransoms himself even before he’s captured. Ah and I’m offered the hand of his daughter, now his sole heir. Upon his death we would jointly take the crown of his kingdom with the kingdoms being passed on as one realm to our eldest son.” He looked over to his advisors “Didn’t we just discuss this Winston? I swear I thought his daughter was married at least a half a dozen years ago. It was news at the time.” The courtier in question inclined his head slightly and his hand rose to stroke through a coppery beard as he noted “Your Majesty’s memory has not failed him. That was indeed what transpired.” The King remarked “Well how the devil am I supposed to marry her if she’s already married - what did he do have the man executed?” This received a shrug from his advisor as though to suggest it wasn’t outside the realms of possibility.

He glanced down at the paper once more and remarked “Ah alright, apparently her marriage has been annulled.” He smiled faintly “I doubt she liked that much. And apparently his physicians claim she remains capable of providing me heirs and has previously produced children but they were claimed by the pestilence which swept through their lands three years ago.” He shook his head slightly “And naturally she’s beautiful, charming, the apple of his eye etc, etc, etc, the fellow is laying it on a bit thick her.” He mused and then idly remarked “I doubt she much liked having his doctors poking and prodding at the more delicate parts of her anatomy before or after her marriage was annulled.” He chuckled softly as he leaned back in his chair and his feet stretched out.

He turned to the same advisor he’s spoken to a moment past “And what say you my Lord Westwick?” The King grinned slightly as he rather jokingly stated “My enemy sends me what under other circumstances would be a humiliating peace treaty, advise me Winston.” The rotund and coppery haired lord grinned rather broadly and remarked “Ah my lord but is it not under even these circumstances humiliating? He cedes to you immediately a good third of his kingdom. He gives you his daughter, five thousand pounds of gold and wills you his kingdom. Short of cutting open his own veins and throwing open the doors of his city can you really expect more? You could not have realistically expected them to offer more.”

The King nodded slightly as he murmured “A fair point, I suppose I cannot expect him to do more than that.” But he turned towards another lord “And George, my lord Angavine what say you of this matter?” The more slender and blonde hair lord offered a shrug of his shoulders. His blue eyes turned and met those of the king as he responded stated rather simply “We have our boot across their throat milord. My inclination is to crush their windpipe not to negotiate.”

“Ah so you would have me send more of my brave men to die. But perhaps we would end all wars in the near future no? Slay out enemies and wreck such havoc that who else would are to triffle with us? On the other hand I may bleed my armies of their strength and another may come against while we are weakened, beating us like a weakened giant ravaged by disease.” He seemed to weigh the two possibilities in his mind before he shrugged. He turned to the guard as he remarked “Send in the princess. She is here to see me so I shall speak with her and see what she has to say of these matters.”

Thus the broad doors of the hallway were thrown open and light poured in from the hallway leading from the courtyard beyond. The princess was allowed to approach along the steps and a smile graced Richard’s lips as he caught his first glance at her as he murmured “Perhaps not laying it on so thick after all…”


 
Hmm I think I could handle one more game...of course this is how I always wind up over extending myself but what the hell eh?
 
I think I'm back to about all I can handle for the moment. Thank you all for the interest.
 
Whispered tells me this is possibly the sexiest post ever written ...so as self promotion enjoy ;)





If she wondered why he did this to her, well the answer should have stared her in the mirror every morning. She was gorgeous and he’d really only meant to take care of her at first but he couldn’t help but find her utterly desirable. That soft, curvy form pressing into his side, as that lovely face with her eyes behind a veil of tears would offer him its furtive glances. She seemed so helpless, broken and lost. Lance could not help but to feel drawn to her. He’d saved her once rather literally…now he seemed to think she needed him in a far more overarching manner.

She seemed sweet to him, just terribly timid. Afraid that she would be hurt. But his fingers strayed along her, a touch here, a kiss there and she seemed to begin to grow accustomed to it. The way that she responded he was rather certain that she even was beginning to crave it. He watched her swallow the liquor that his mouth bequeathed to her and then gasp softly as his hand traced over the side of her. He grinned slightly as she seemed to struggle to tell him something but eventually she stated “Kiss”.

He paused a moment as though seeming to consider her request, but then he flashed her a rather playful grin and winked to her. He raised that bottle to his lips and then leaned in towards her to grant her another alcohol doused kiss. His mouth offered her that jolt of heat and warmth from the goldschlager flooding from his mouth to her own. He kissed her and then his mouth lingered there. His lips touching to hers and molding there. He tasted her as his hand rose and strayed across her cheek once more. He touched her as he kissed her rather deeply. His tongue touched against her lips and pressed into her mouth seeking out her own.

Gently his lips parted from her mouth and he slowly brought the bottle to her lips. He poured a measure of the drink into her mouth and then leaned in to kiss her. Greedily he sucked the liquor up from inside her mouth and the taste of cinnamon would now rather thoroughly stain her lips. Gently his hand pressed her upon the shoulder as he’d seek to lay her back to the floor. He’d hold the bottle in one hand and he slipped about in front of her.

He lay her down before the flickering flames of the fireplace. With his urging her form stretched out upon the several layers of furs beneath her. He tugged the blanket away from her and before she had a chance to protest he held the bottle over her. He spilled a small measure of it upon her lips and then trailed it down over her throat so it pooled in its hollow. A gentle slosh was spilled upon one breast and then the other. A trickle of liquor lead downwards to a shot poured into her belly button and then a stream flowed from that downwards to where the liquor slickened her sex.

He leaned in towards her, his tall form just to the side of her. His mouth pressed gently to her lips collecting the liquor there. His mouth lingering for a moment longer as he smiled and seemed to kiss her in a heated manner simply because he wanted to. He kissed her to reassure her and then his mouth slipped downwards. His lips pressed to her throat, his tongue flicking over her to collect that liquor and then rather greedily slurping it from where it had pooled at her throat.
He placed a gentle kiss to her neck and then another. He nipped at her flesh teasingly before his tongue strayed downwards to where that gold flecked liquor stained her chest. There his mouth pressed to one ripe bosom, his lips pressing to that sensitive flesh. Kissing her and then letting his tongue circle about her nipple. His slippery muscle flickering over and stroking against it. He let his tongue slide back and forth across of it as his lips tightened and drank that trickle of liquor. Naturally that caused a suckling feeling upon that sensitive nub.

He grinned slightly and gently his teeth would drag upon it. Before his mouth would tighten once more about it only to release and allow his tongue to lash about it in a rather thorough fashion. Once cleansed of liquor he couldn’t help but let his hand encircle it. His fingers tightening and squeezing into it. His strong hand pressing to and cupping her flesh.

His tongue travelled across to that other heavy mound. Its surface flickering over her as it danced over her nipple as well. His faced pressed to her chest, his hair lightly brushing against her torso as his mouth strayed pressing kisses and suckling upon her bosom. He gently nipped at her nipple and greedily suckled upon it as he collected every drop of liquor and naturally just to leave it pebbled form humming. Seemingly satisfied his eyes drifted downwards along her body.

His tongue slithered down along her belly and he traced over that smooth form, stopping only to place the odd kiss. His mouth arrived at her belly button and he gulped down the shot that lingered there. From there his head drifted downwards straying between the shapely form of her thighs. His lips followed that trail of liquor and a pool of it had been spilled upon her nether lips. His mouth pressed there. His mouth gently pressed to them, kissing them almost as fondly as he had her mouth. He slurped up the liquor where it had been spilled there. His lips drifting downwards along her and then back upwards in turn.

His tongue flickered out of his mouth to stroke along that sensitive flesh. Collecting droplets of gold fleck liquor where they stained those lips. Back and forth his tongue would drag, sliding along her rather teasingly. It touched against her rather insidiously slithering over her most sensitive bits of flesh. When he seemed satisfied that he’d collected every droplet, his form shifted and he pulled himself upwards. His face soon drew level with hers again and he leaned in to kiss her. Only now his legs shifted over top of her own and his form straddled hers.
 
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