Oberan
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Hello and welcome to my requiem for reveries, a repository of plots and stories I'm looking for. If you see one that strikes your fancy, please PM me!
About Me
Pleasure to meet you, my name is Oberan. I've been play-by-post roleplaying for over a decade, but have just recently come back after a short hiatus away from forums. I'm a male in my late twenties, and I work full time as a librarian. If you want to know any more than that, feel free to ask!
My Roleplaying
I'm a somewhat busy person most of the time, and so I'm not always available. My posts tend to be 2-5 paragraphs long, depending on my partner's post length, and come about once a week. I may post more or less depending on my schedule and motivation, but I'll always be clear on what to expect! I also strive to have proper spelling, grammar, and punctuation. I also don't write smut. I hope that won't be a problem for anyone! I didn't realize how heavy the romance was on this site when I joined, but I'm sure there are people out there willing to write without it! General romance is fine, but I always fade to black! Below is an example of my work from several (many) years ago. It's incredibly long. Don't expect that...
My Expectations
I have a few expectations in a roleplaying partner! Hopefully nothing too scary! First off is respect for each other! It's gotta be mutual, and we need to be able to communicate! For posts, I prefer partners who post the same length and frequency as I do. It keeps things balanced, and allows me to feel less guilty if a post takes longer than a few days to churn out. I also expect proper spelling, grammar, and punctuation - within reason. I also like partners who enjoy working together to further a plot, so if you're looking for someone to give you a story or play one out that's already planned I'm sadly not the one for you!
Characters
I pretty much strictly play human/humanoid characters. I'm comfortable with my partners playing non-humanoid characters if the situation calls for it, as long as my character isn't involved with it. I don't have a preference for character genders, I'll play both males and females, and I'm open to non-binary genders although I've yet to write a character who is. I'm also open to all types of relationships, if the plot calls for one (no smut, though!) There's only one issue I have in regards to characters, and it's that I don't write canon individuals. So while I'm open to fanfiction settings, I always play with and as original characters.
Plots
Now we're getting to the meat of the post! I generally don't like to plan in-depth ideas, so that I can mold the story with my partner. Below are some of the general plots that I'm interested in. I'm happy to alter and expand any of them with whoever is interested! Although! I'm only looking for one or two stories right now, as I get back into the swing of things. I'll update the thread as necessary in that regard! I tend to lean more towards fantasy than any other genre, but I'm open to other possibilities.
That's what I have for now! Again, please PM me if you're interested in any of these plot-lines!
Updates to the post will be kept in a log down here at the bottom of the first post. Check back regularly for updates! Thanks!
About Me
Pleasure to meet you, my name is Oberan. I've been play-by-post roleplaying for over a decade, but have just recently come back after a short hiatus away from forums. I'm a male in my late twenties, and I work full time as a librarian. If you want to know any more than that, feel free to ask!
My Roleplaying
I'm a somewhat busy person most of the time, and so I'm not always available. My posts tend to be 2-5 paragraphs long, depending on my partner's post length, and come about once a week. I may post more or less depending on my schedule and motivation, but I'll always be clear on what to expect! I also strive to have proper spelling, grammar, and punctuation. I also don't write smut. I hope that won't be a problem for anyone! I didn't realize how heavy the romance was on this site when I joined, but I'm sure there are people out there willing to write without it! General romance is fine, but I always fade to black! Below is an example of my work from several (many) years ago. It's incredibly long. Don't expect that...
The bitter wind had more of a sting and a bite tonight than it'd had in the past week; the past month, even. Leif didn't believe in superstitions but sometimes there were those inexplicably strange occurrences that caused one to worry. Today, the cold was one of those occurrences. It was a few weeks past the cold season and while it was sure to be somewhat nippy out this was just ridiculous. Leif wrapped his jacket around himself even tighter as he made his way from alley to alley, baring his body only shortly to the strong wind blowing on the main roads.
He was eternally grateful to recover his shelter from the wind, squeezing his somewhat wide body into a cramped alleyway. While it was tough to maneuver, he'd gotten used to it over the years. He'd always had to take the back ways around town for fear of being caught and tested. While nowadays it was easier to blend in with society without having to sneak around – most guards assumed that by the time someone was an adult they were either not graced or too stealthy for them to catch – the alleys were a force of habit carried over from his childhood. It didn't hurt that the closed off spaces were wonderful havens from the gusts that were so vigorous in the more open cobblestone streets.
Foot was placed after foot as Leif trudged down the alleys, occasionally making his way past a street. He took note of the multiple people walking down them, refusing to use the alleys, and huddling in on themselves like rag clad turtles. They puzzled him, and he wanted to yell at them that they were being nonsensical. If he used his Charm he could probably convince them to use the alleys, but then said alleys would be that much harder for him to walk through semi-comfortably. These people were already in the slums of the city – though admittedly he was getting closer to the better, more upscale quarters – so why not use the alleys? It was just the smart choice, to him. It didn't even occur to him that the alleys were an easy place to get jumped. He, after all, never got attacked.
Despite his internal queries of the people around him, he continued on at a steady pace. He'd been called to meet his commander at a bar near the heart of the city. One never made the commander wait. It was a bit of a thrill to get so close to the main happenings of the city where all of the kings guards were stationed, but it was also incredibly risky. He didn't ask any questions, that would get him nowhere due to the fact that people – his commander especially – weren't very forthcoming with information, but coupled with the horrible weather a painful gnawing feeling was simmering in the pit of his stomach; settling like an ulcer. He just had a bad feeling about today. Like something bad was going to happen.
But that didn't matter, not in times like this. Bad things happened every single day and it was time to do something about it; time to act. That was the point of the revolutionary group that he was a part of. To take a stand against the king so that they wouldn't have to live in self imposed exile just so that they could have a shot at a meager life. Even the inkling of a thought concerning the king frazzled Leif. It was amazing to him how he could have such contempt for a man he'd never known, but his blood boiled at the mention of the man. It made him want to punch something: a wall, a dummy, a person. Most of all he wanted to slam his fist into the Kings face. He could see it now, the king's face rippling under the force of his Grace enhanced hit. The satisfying crunch of bone breaking, and the gratifying knowledge that he'd doled out a tiny fraction of the suffering that the king deserved.
Unfortunately, it was all just in his imagination. That particular scene was his most frequent day dream, and he'd had time to perfect it. Now, however, was not a good time to lose himself in day dreams. He was getting ever close to the meeting place – an old tavern that had been around since the creation of the city. He'd been there only one time before and it wasn't a very good experience. The ale was good, and the barmaids were lookers but he'd been so on edge – it was his first trip away from his normal haunting grounds – that he hadn't been able to fully enjoy the taste of the spirits or the scenery. This time he vowed he wouldn't be so nervous. He didn't want to vomit. Again.
Taking several breaths in, Leif stopped at the end of an alleyway. From here he would have to walk down the street like a normal person or he might come across as too shady even though his reasoning was perfectly acceptable. The tavern was only a few blocks away, and this close to the main plaza there were dozens of people milling around despite the weather conditions. The world did not stop because of some wind, after all. Readjusting his jacket and running a hand through his short hair, he made sure he looked decent before stepping out of the safety of the alley.
With all the bodies walking around, the wind wasn't so bad though it was still noticeable. He lowered his head and looked at the ground several feet in front of him. An old woman in a black shawl walking slowly with a cane came into his line of vision and he skirted to the side so he wouldn't run into her. He passed her without saying a word, and did the same when he came across a middle aged man walking with a young boy. The boy commented on the streak of green in Leif's hair but was admonished soon enough by his fathers stern voice. It only made Leif smirk.
He was proud of his hair. It made him stick out – not always something good, but if he ever got in trouble he could talk his way out – and he felt like he wasn't just a copy of everybody else around him. Not like he ever did anyways, thanks to his gifts, but there was something appealing about being different in almost every aspect. It wasn't easy to get his hair like this – he'd had to use some strong chemicals and multiple herbs – but he was satisfied with the end result. He decided to keep it despite the disapproving looks he received from his commander when he'd first shown it to him.
His body angled right and he turned down another street and made his way forward again, losing himself to thoughts of the conversation he'd had with his father about his hair. It wasn't a negative one; his father wasn't disappointed or disapproving. Instead, his father said it made him look manly and rugged, and that it suited him. That was another factor in his keeping it green instead of letting it go back to it's natural dark brown color. Leif, though he'd never admit it, loved to make his father proud. He was all his father had, and if he were ever to think him a failure it would cripple him.
Suddenly, Leif's body stopped. Though his mind had been wandering it seemed his body realized that he was finally at the designated meeting place. He blinked and looked at the door in front of him. It was rough wood with a small window on the top of it. There was some noise floating out from inside, but it wasn't nearly as rowdy as it could've been. It was only late mid day and most of the troublemakers didn't show up until the sun had set and the moon had risen.
Shaking himself out of his stupor he moved forward and grabbed the brass handle, flexing his fingers over it and finally pulling the door open. He wasn't nervous. He could do this. It would be a piece of cake, whatever his commander wanted from him. There wouldn't be any problems. Nothing bad would happen. Definitely not.
He made his way inside, looking around for his commander. He spotted him in the corner, his table with a good view of the rest of the room. He nodded at Leif as he entered, and Leif made his way over to him. The door closed behind him with a bang and he had to keep himself from jumping. He looked around, taking in the décor of the room. It was nothing to really gawk at. The tables and chairs were all a sturdy oak, as were the stools and the bar. There were stairs in the back that lead into an upstairs area that he'd never been in before – he was sure it was just as drab looking – and behind the bar he could see the kitchen with the staff of the tavern working diligently frying greasy foods and pouring ale out of a barrel tap. The walls were bare save a window here and there. He figured the simplicity was because anything that wasn't thick and strong would be broken. Brawls often happened here, and though any participants were thrown out, they were still frequent.
There were two chairs at the table with his commander, both empty. Leif took the one closest to the wall, pulling it out and sitting down without looking fully at his commander. The nod was all he needed to confirm that his commander had seen him. He would be spoken with soon enough, he was sure. Plus, he didn't really have anything to say. He had no idea why he'd been called here or what the purpose of this meeting was. He assumed it was because he had a new mission, though what it was was also a mystery to him. Lately he'd just been trying to gather gossip and passing it on to certain people. It made him feel like a newsboy, and not even an appreciated one at that. He sincerely hoped that this wasn't the point this time around. He also hoped that he didn't do anything wrong.
His commander raised a hand and motioned at one of the barmaids who walked over after noticing him.
"Two honey ales," he said in a gruff voice, not mincing words. The woman smiled – obviously fake – and moved away to get the requested drinks. Leif was bored while he waited and he twisted up his expression to making weird faces. He bit his lip, tapped his feet, and drummed his fingers on the table. He blew out his breath and slouched in his seat. His commander didn't say anything, or even acknowledge his existence. Eventually the woman came back with two frothy mugs and placed them down on the table. His commander pulled out a silver piece and flipped at her. She scrambled a bit but caught it, a blush rising to her cheeks. Leif couldn't help but wink at her, and her blush only deepened before she scurried away, the silver piece tucked safely in her bosom.
Leif took a sip of the drink and savored the taste. It was sweet and bitter, but mostly sweet. The froth tickled his face, and he hoped he didn't have some sort of foam mustache. He wiped at his upper lip just to be sure before placing the drink down on the table with a soft 'whump' and he looked at his commander who was calmly drinking his own alcohol. Leif quickly averted his eyes and looked back at him again. He was never known for his patience after all, and he'd been sitting there for ten minutes now without any words said between the two of them.
"Sir, I--" he'd started before he was cut off with a raised hand in his face. Leif scrunched up his nose at the gesture, offended that he couldn't even get a verbal response. The offense did not go away when words were finally spoken – after the bastard had finished his drink and set his mug down without any sound.
"Quiet. We will speak eventually, but not yet. We are one man short. Do not speak again until they have arrived." The words were delivered in a curt voice, not at all as gruff as it had sounded earlier.
Leif just rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, taking another swig of his beverage. One man short? He had no idea who the other person could be. He'd always met with his commander by himself or in a large group. This was new, and he was relieved that it wasn't another 'newsboy' mission. Still, the uncomfortable ulcer feeling in his stomach was back. And he was getting nervous. His stomach grumbled noisily, causing him to blush. He took a quick look at his commander, but he was as stoic as ever. A deep sigh escaped Leif's lips as he put his glass back on the table, unsure if drinking any more would be a good idea. This was going to be a long, long evening. He really hoped he could endure it.
He was eternally grateful to recover his shelter from the wind, squeezing his somewhat wide body into a cramped alleyway. While it was tough to maneuver, he'd gotten used to it over the years. He'd always had to take the back ways around town for fear of being caught and tested. While nowadays it was easier to blend in with society without having to sneak around – most guards assumed that by the time someone was an adult they were either not graced or too stealthy for them to catch – the alleys were a force of habit carried over from his childhood. It didn't hurt that the closed off spaces were wonderful havens from the gusts that were so vigorous in the more open cobblestone streets.
Foot was placed after foot as Leif trudged down the alleys, occasionally making his way past a street. He took note of the multiple people walking down them, refusing to use the alleys, and huddling in on themselves like rag clad turtles. They puzzled him, and he wanted to yell at them that they were being nonsensical. If he used his Charm he could probably convince them to use the alleys, but then said alleys would be that much harder for him to walk through semi-comfortably. These people were already in the slums of the city – though admittedly he was getting closer to the better, more upscale quarters – so why not use the alleys? It was just the smart choice, to him. It didn't even occur to him that the alleys were an easy place to get jumped. He, after all, never got attacked.
Despite his internal queries of the people around him, he continued on at a steady pace. He'd been called to meet his commander at a bar near the heart of the city. One never made the commander wait. It was a bit of a thrill to get so close to the main happenings of the city where all of the kings guards were stationed, but it was also incredibly risky. He didn't ask any questions, that would get him nowhere due to the fact that people – his commander especially – weren't very forthcoming with information, but coupled with the horrible weather a painful gnawing feeling was simmering in the pit of his stomach; settling like an ulcer. He just had a bad feeling about today. Like something bad was going to happen.
But that didn't matter, not in times like this. Bad things happened every single day and it was time to do something about it; time to act. That was the point of the revolutionary group that he was a part of. To take a stand against the king so that they wouldn't have to live in self imposed exile just so that they could have a shot at a meager life. Even the inkling of a thought concerning the king frazzled Leif. It was amazing to him how he could have such contempt for a man he'd never known, but his blood boiled at the mention of the man. It made him want to punch something: a wall, a dummy, a person. Most of all he wanted to slam his fist into the Kings face. He could see it now, the king's face rippling under the force of his Grace enhanced hit. The satisfying crunch of bone breaking, and the gratifying knowledge that he'd doled out a tiny fraction of the suffering that the king deserved.
Unfortunately, it was all just in his imagination. That particular scene was his most frequent day dream, and he'd had time to perfect it. Now, however, was not a good time to lose himself in day dreams. He was getting ever close to the meeting place – an old tavern that had been around since the creation of the city. He'd been there only one time before and it wasn't a very good experience. The ale was good, and the barmaids were lookers but he'd been so on edge – it was his first trip away from his normal haunting grounds – that he hadn't been able to fully enjoy the taste of the spirits or the scenery. This time he vowed he wouldn't be so nervous. He didn't want to vomit. Again.
Taking several breaths in, Leif stopped at the end of an alleyway. From here he would have to walk down the street like a normal person or he might come across as too shady even though his reasoning was perfectly acceptable. The tavern was only a few blocks away, and this close to the main plaza there were dozens of people milling around despite the weather conditions. The world did not stop because of some wind, after all. Readjusting his jacket and running a hand through his short hair, he made sure he looked decent before stepping out of the safety of the alley.
With all the bodies walking around, the wind wasn't so bad though it was still noticeable. He lowered his head and looked at the ground several feet in front of him. An old woman in a black shawl walking slowly with a cane came into his line of vision and he skirted to the side so he wouldn't run into her. He passed her without saying a word, and did the same when he came across a middle aged man walking with a young boy. The boy commented on the streak of green in Leif's hair but was admonished soon enough by his fathers stern voice. It only made Leif smirk.
He was proud of his hair. It made him stick out – not always something good, but if he ever got in trouble he could talk his way out – and he felt like he wasn't just a copy of everybody else around him. Not like he ever did anyways, thanks to his gifts, but there was something appealing about being different in almost every aspect. It wasn't easy to get his hair like this – he'd had to use some strong chemicals and multiple herbs – but he was satisfied with the end result. He decided to keep it despite the disapproving looks he received from his commander when he'd first shown it to him.
His body angled right and he turned down another street and made his way forward again, losing himself to thoughts of the conversation he'd had with his father about his hair. It wasn't a negative one; his father wasn't disappointed or disapproving. Instead, his father said it made him look manly and rugged, and that it suited him. That was another factor in his keeping it green instead of letting it go back to it's natural dark brown color. Leif, though he'd never admit it, loved to make his father proud. He was all his father had, and if he were ever to think him a failure it would cripple him.
Suddenly, Leif's body stopped. Though his mind had been wandering it seemed his body realized that he was finally at the designated meeting place. He blinked and looked at the door in front of him. It was rough wood with a small window on the top of it. There was some noise floating out from inside, but it wasn't nearly as rowdy as it could've been. It was only late mid day and most of the troublemakers didn't show up until the sun had set and the moon had risen.
Shaking himself out of his stupor he moved forward and grabbed the brass handle, flexing his fingers over it and finally pulling the door open. He wasn't nervous. He could do this. It would be a piece of cake, whatever his commander wanted from him. There wouldn't be any problems. Nothing bad would happen. Definitely not.
He made his way inside, looking around for his commander. He spotted him in the corner, his table with a good view of the rest of the room. He nodded at Leif as he entered, and Leif made his way over to him. The door closed behind him with a bang and he had to keep himself from jumping. He looked around, taking in the décor of the room. It was nothing to really gawk at. The tables and chairs were all a sturdy oak, as were the stools and the bar. There were stairs in the back that lead into an upstairs area that he'd never been in before – he was sure it was just as drab looking – and behind the bar he could see the kitchen with the staff of the tavern working diligently frying greasy foods and pouring ale out of a barrel tap. The walls were bare save a window here and there. He figured the simplicity was because anything that wasn't thick and strong would be broken. Brawls often happened here, and though any participants were thrown out, they were still frequent.
There were two chairs at the table with his commander, both empty. Leif took the one closest to the wall, pulling it out and sitting down without looking fully at his commander. The nod was all he needed to confirm that his commander had seen him. He would be spoken with soon enough, he was sure. Plus, he didn't really have anything to say. He had no idea why he'd been called here or what the purpose of this meeting was. He assumed it was because he had a new mission, though what it was was also a mystery to him. Lately he'd just been trying to gather gossip and passing it on to certain people. It made him feel like a newsboy, and not even an appreciated one at that. He sincerely hoped that this wasn't the point this time around. He also hoped that he didn't do anything wrong.
His commander raised a hand and motioned at one of the barmaids who walked over after noticing him.
"Two honey ales," he said in a gruff voice, not mincing words. The woman smiled – obviously fake – and moved away to get the requested drinks. Leif was bored while he waited and he twisted up his expression to making weird faces. He bit his lip, tapped his feet, and drummed his fingers on the table. He blew out his breath and slouched in his seat. His commander didn't say anything, or even acknowledge his existence. Eventually the woman came back with two frothy mugs and placed them down on the table. His commander pulled out a silver piece and flipped at her. She scrambled a bit but caught it, a blush rising to her cheeks. Leif couldn't help but wink at her, and her blush only deepened before she scurried away, the silver piece tucked safely in her bosom.
Leif took a sip of the drink and savored the taste. It was sweet and bitter, but mostly sweet. The froth tickled his face, and he hoped he didn't have some sort of foam mustache. He wiped at his upper lip just to be sure before placing the drink down on the table with a soft 'whump' and he looked at his commander who was calmly drinking his own alcohol. Leif quickly averted his eyes and looked back at him again. He was never known for his patience after all, and he'd been sitting there for ten minutes now without any words said between the two of them.
"Sir, I--" he'd started before he was cut off with a raised hand in his face. Leif scrunched up his nose at the gesture, offended that he couldn't even get a verbal response. The offense did not go away when words were finally spoken – after the bastard had finished his drink and set his mug down without any sound.
"Quiet. We will speak eventually, but not yet. We are one man short. Do not speak again until they have arrived." The words were delivered in a curt voice, not at all as gruff as it had sounded earlier.
Leif just rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, taking another swig of his beverage. One man short? He had no idea who the other person could be. He'd always met with his commander by himself or in a large group. This was new, and he was relieved that it wasn't another 'newsboy' mission. Still, the uncomfortable ulcer feeling in his stomach was back. And he was getting nervous. His stomach grumbled noisily, causing him to blush. He took a quick look at his commander, but he was as stoic as ever. A deep sigh escaped Leif's lips as he put his glass back on the table, unsure if drinking any more would be a good idea. This was going to be a long, long evening. He really hoped he could endure it.
My Expectations
I have a few expectations in a roleplaying partner! Hopefully nothing too scary! First off is respect for each other! It's gotta be mutual, and we need to be able to communicate! For posts, I prefer partners who post the same length and frequency as I do. It keeps things balanced, and allows me to feel less guilty if a post takes longer than a few days to churn out. I also expect proper spelling, grammar, and punctuation - within reason. I also like partners who enjoy working together to further a plot, so if you're looking for someone to give you a story or play one out that's already planned I'm sadly not the one for you!
Characters
I pretty much strictly play human/humanoid characters. I'm comfortable with my partners playing non-humanoid characters if the situation calls for it, as long as my character isn't involved with it. I don't have a preference for character genders, I'll play both males and females, and I'm open to non-binary genders although I've yet to write a character who is. I'm also open to all types of relationships, if the plot calls for one (no smut, though!) There's only one issue I have in regards to characters, and it's that I don't write canon individuals. So while I'm open to fanfiction settings, I always play with and as original characters.
Plots
Now we're getting to the meat of the post! I generally don't like to plan in-depth ideas, so that I can mold the story with my partner. Below are some of the general plots that I'm interested in. I'm happy to alter and expand any of them with whoever is interested! Although! I'm only looking for one or two stories right now, as I get back into the swing of things. I'll update the thread as necessary in that regard! I tend to lean more towards fantasy than any other genre, but I'm open to other possibilities.
I'm not sure what it is about adventuring that really gets to me. It could be my love for RPG games or D&D - but I find the thought of someone taking on quests, earning rewards, and growing stronger very appealing. I have a couple of thoughts in this regard.
First is the most straight forward. I'd love to write a story of two fledgling adventurers who take on simple quests like killing Slimes or collecting Goblin Fangs before working their way up to Dragon extermination. This type of story could be a simple one-and-done, involving the completion of a single quest - or it could be an epic adventure spanning years in the story world. I don't have any plans on how the world would work aside the fact that I prefer high fantasy - so think knights, mages, kings, etc. Fairly typical.
The second is a bit explorative in regards to storytelling. Instead of two adventurers, perhaps two employees at an adventurer's guild. Two characters in charge of posting and processing requests and completions. Handing over rewards after collecting the goods. It would involve a lot of side characters, as we'd essentially be creating the adventures behind the scenes. I haven't really fleshed this idea out much, so I don't have any concrete ideas with this. If you're interested and have some ideas to share, please reach out! I think it sounds fun, if not a bit challenging.
First is the most straight forward. I'd love to write a story of two fledgling adventurers who take on simple quests like killing Slimes or collecting Goblin Fangs before working their way up to Dragon extermination. This type of story could be a simple one-and-done, involving the completion of a single quest - or it could be an epic adventure spanning years in the story world. I don't have any plans on how the world would work aside the fact that I prefer high fantasy - so think knights, mages, kings, etc. Fairly typical.
The second is a bit explorative in regards to storytelling. Instead of two adventurers, perhaps two employees at an adventurer's guild. Two characters in charge of posting and processing requests and completions. Handing over rewards after collecting the goods. It would involve a lot of side characters, as we'd essentially be creating the adventures behind the scenes. I haven't really fleshed this idea out much, so I don't have any concrete ideas with this. If you're interested and have some ideas to share, please reach out! I think it sounds fun, if not a bit challenging.
In the same vein of fantasy, I think it would be fun to play as two knights. We could possibly be two knights working for the same house, protecting our Lord or Lady (Or one character could be the knight and the other could be the Lord or Lady). We could also be knights of opposing houses. We frequently meet during the escort of our Lord or Lady, or perhaps even on a battlefield. Really I'm pretty open with this idea. All I really have is 'swords are cool'.
Political intrigue! Underhanded tactics! Cruel and selfish noblemen! The drama is endless in a High Court setting! Any sort of situation involving high court sounds appealing to me, but especially creating a world where the drama is intense. I'm not looking for your typical young adult romance involving an heiress and the prince. No no no, I'm thinking along the lines of a Prince and his assistant trying to work the system. Gaining new allies and thwarting enemies. Stopping assassination attempts, or even sending our own. I want to get into the real meat of fantasy politics, and I want it to be dramatic and suspenseful. That isn't to say there can't be romance in this setting (no smut) but I don't want it to be the primary focus of the story. Again, I don't have a world or characters fleshed out, so this idea is open for interpretation!
Okay, so this one is pretty typical. I love games, anime, and other media that involve virtual reality gaming. This includes Sword Art Online, .hack, Log Horizon, Accel World, 1/2 Prince, Overlord (my favorite anime), etc. You get the idea. I've written many different scenarios like this before, and I'm always looking to write a story with this as the main plot point! I'm open to any suggestions you have here! We could be trapped in a virtual reality game, two newbies learning the ropes together and leveling up, admins experiencing the game with normal players and causing problems, two sentient NPC's - I don't care! I'm vibrating just thinking about it! Let me know if you have any interest and we can work it out together!
That's what I have for now! Again, please PM me if you're interested in any of these plot-lines!
Updates to the post will be kept in a log down here at the bottom of the first post. Check back regularly for updates! Thanks!