Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)
Wordsmith
Moon
- Joined
- Oct 1, 2012
(a strange rp request written from a new prospective)
It all seemed as but a lucid dream. The sky above you was but an ashen continuum of dull rustic colors, swirling and falling in upon Its self high above you with the artistic strokes of a masterworks brush upon the seamless currents of an autumn breeze. The ground under your feet was seemingly soft. The lush feilds of grass locked in your focused gaze glistened like a polished emerald set upon an earthen pedestal. Each long and thin blade of grass silently swaying with the melody of wind and sky set upon them as a conductor of ambling and subtle movements.
You found your gaze torn like biblical pages between the breathtaking picturesque scenery around you. Your gaze wavered for a singular moment only to find two aged wooden signs staked crookedly into the ground a few yards before you. The sign to the left featured an arrow of dripping white paint pointing to the right, the words seeping from the pannel simply stated. "The 4th Wall" The polished oaken sign to the right pointed in an obviously opposite direction. The lettering stylized in a sublime gothic overture, simply reading "Between The Lines". Where exactly you were was beyond you, yet looking back skyward you noticed something you could have sworn was not there before. A single, string together bellow of smoke risen from the far distance.
The journey to the source of the chromatic smoke took what seemed like hours passed in mere minutes. You found your self standing before a simple and rather small cabin. Chipped red paint falling from the splintered wood that made up the structure. Vines of ebony and azure twisted up along the side of the decrepited building. Slow, unwilling footsteps carried you to the small inviting and all too friendly door of the cabin lost between planes and idea. Reaching forward with trembling hands filled with the promise and suspense of what has yet to happen you placed open palms against the door and pushed slowly.
A loud, echoing sound rumbled fourth as the door simply fell off Its rusty hinges and onto the wooden floor inside. A plume of dust erupted around the fallen fixture, yet as the clouds of dirt and dust settled you see something you hadn't expected. Sitting upon a tall stool of ivory an old man eyed you, looking you over slowly with eyes black as fresh coal. He smirked and glanced down beside him to a strange shaped case of aged brown and slowly retreived a simple acoustic instrument that looked older than the vissage sitting before you.
"Listen.."
He says slowly, his voice deep and graveled like an empty cavern of worn stone. Wrinkled fingers strumming an elegy like tune upon the strings of the otherworldly instrument as he continued all too slowly. "Every story worth telling isn't about the beginning or savory ending, its about the journey to and from, you see?". The white haired man stopped playing his tune for a moment, collecting his thoughts between the pregnant pause of note and words. Licking his lips he closed his eyes for a moment, and continued his simple pull upon the instrument's strings. "We're going to break the mold, child. The story yet to be written is the best out there."
The nameless man bobbed his head from left to right, his words halting while his melody reached a new tempo, breathing in his thoughts the elder chuckled to himself as he played. "To tell this tall tale we'll need some rather like minded individuals, skilled with words and brimming with creativity. Their artifice characters will travel the planes, conquer each others mind and bodies."He inhaled a sharp breath, his music seemed to be telling a story of it's own as he played with a slow passion that rivaled the fabled Aphrodite. "We'll pepper this story with love and tender romance, magic of the most fantastic nature. Be your intent good or evil, so long as it's worth telling." He finally looks up at you, the writer, or is it the character standing in the doorway? It was indeex difficult to be certain. However, someone was in for quite a story.
>If you've read this far, you must be interested and have a general idea of what I'm seeking. I'm looking for creative individuals who don't mind touching on the psychology of a character as well as undertones of philosophy.
>Our story will be fantasy to an extent, magic and the like. Going into surreal ideas. Multiverse theory, plane walking and exploring will be some good themes to describe what we're doing.
>Looking for the long term role play, male and female characters, or even a mix between the two can Pm for more details.
>Must be semi literate at least, ill give a few paragraphs per post pending on inspriation, but I ask for good effort in return.
>Plot heavy, there will be smut I assure you however I'd much prefer a slow build and character growth before getting into the raw, adult side of things.
>my character will be male and decently developed.
>only taking the one serious and detailed rp at the moment, once I get a computer I'd be up for more but typing on my phone isn't too much fun.
>I guess that's it, my fingers are tired, awaiting replies or PM's. lets write something epic ladies and gentlemen, thank you.
-W
It all seemed as but a lucid dream. The sky above you was but an ashen continuum of dull rustic colors, swirling and falling in upon Its self high above you with the artistic strokes of a masterworks brush upon the seamless currents of an autumn breeze. The ground under your feet was seemingly soft. The lush feilds of grass locked in your focused gaze glistened like a polished emerald set upon an earthen pedestal. Each long and thin blade of grass silently swaying with the melody of wind and sky set upon them as a conductor of ambling and subtle movements.
You found your gaze torn like biblical pages between the breathtaking picturesque scenery around you. Your gaze wavered for a singular moment only to find two aged wooden signs staked crookedly into the ground a few yards before you. The sign to the left featured an arrow of dripping white paint pointing to the right, the words seeping from the pannel simply stated. "The 4th Wall" The polished oaken sign to the right pointed in an obviously opposite direction. The lettering stylized in a sublime gothic overture, simply reading "Between The Lines". Where exactly you were was beyond you, yet looking back skyward you noticed something you could have sworn was not there before. A single, string together bellow of smoke risen from the far distance.
The journey to the source of the chromatic smoke took what seemed like hours passed in mere minutes. You found your self standing before a simple and rather small cabin. Chipped red paint falling from the splintered wood that made up the structure. Vines of ebony and azure twisted up along the side of the decrepited building. Slow, unwilling footsteps carried you to the small inviting and all too friendly door of the cabin lost between planes and idea. Reaching forward with trembling hands filled with the promise and suspense of what has yet to happen you placed open palms against the door and pushed slowly.
A loud, echoing sound rumbled fourth as the door simply fell off Its rusty hinges and onto the wooden floor inside. A plume of dust erupted around the fallen fixture, yet as the clouds of dirt and dust settled you see something you hadn't expected. Sitting upon a tall stool of ivory an old man eyed you, looking you over slowly with eyes black as fresh coal. He smirked and glanced down beside him to a strange shaped case of aged brown and slowly retreived a simple acoustic instrument that looked older than the vissage sitting before you.
"Listen.."
He says slowly, his voice deep and graveled like an empty cavern of worn stone. Wrinkled fingers strumming an elegy like tune upon the strings of the otherworldly instrument as he continued all too slowly. "Every story worth telling isn't about the beginning or savory ending, its about the journey to and from, you see?". The white haired man stopped playing his tune for a moment, collecting his thoughts between the pregnant pause of note and words. Licking his lips he closed his eyes for a moment, and continued his simple pull upon the instrument's strings. "We're going to break the mold, child. The story yet to be written is the best out there."
The nameless man bobbed his head from left to right, his words halting while his melody reached a new tempo, breathing in his thoughts the elder chuckled to himself as he played. "To tell this tall tale we'll need some rather like minded individuals, skilled with words and brimming with creativity. Their artifice characters will travel the planes, conquer each others mind and bodies."He inhaled a sharp breath, his music seemed to be telling a story of it's own as he played with a slow passion that rivaled the fabled Aphrodite. "We'll pepper this story with love and tender romance, magic of the most fantastic nature. Be your intent good or evil, so long as it's worth telling." He finally looks up at you, the writer, or is it the character standing in the doorway? It was indeex difficult to be certain. However, someone was in for quite a story.
>If you've read this far, you must be interested and have a general idea of what I'm seeking. I'm looking for creative individuals who don't mind touching on the psychology of a character as well as undertones of philosophy.
>Our story will be fantasy to an extent, magic and the like. Going into surreal ideas. Multiverse theory, plane walking and exploring will be some good themes to describe what we're doing.
>Looking for the long term role play, male and female characters, or even a mix between the two can Pm for more details.
>Must be semi literate at least, ill give a few paragraphs per post pending on inspriation, but I ask for good effort in return.
>Plot heavy, there will be smut I assure you however I'd much prefer a slow build and character growth before getting into the raw, adult side of things.
>my character will be male and decently developed.
>only taking the one serious and detailed rp at the moment, once I get a computer I'd be up for more but typing on my phone isn't too much fun.
>I guess that's it, my fingers are tired, awaiting replies or PM's. lets write something epic ladies and gentlemen, thank you.
-W