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...Oh sure, turn them both into criminals. :-P

It's like girls with fashion, it improvements styles every era. :-P

Medieval running out of ideas? What? It's not that, it's just that its all the people (at least most) assume medieval fantasy can only be about barbarians or knights or orcs. Give me a brake, where did all the rest go? Slavic mythology had not been even touched. Norse mythology or norse-like stuff - a minority. Arab-like culture and stuff - not even used in RPs, though their khalifat was one of the great powers of medieval times! There's a universe of stuff out there...but that is not concerning Septim's RP. As long as its good, so what its modern, though it is odd, given that the whole VU is supposed to be medieval fantasy or something...

Well...actually...Ragnarr I think you have something there...Originally I wanted to say no because my character, Charley Deallus, isnt Slavic or Norse or any of that...and it would have been odd because I make my VU History based off of all of the RPs I join...so I do not join an RP unless I could fit it into my guys history...but if I had a COUSIN or something like that...it could work XD maybe you can chrisn the first RP that breaks the mold? and Septim we need RPs...stories are fine but without RPs this forum has no purpose -.-

Stories make people go "Wow, I want to write like that", and thus they practice their writing skills by writing their own stories. And by doing that they improve the RPing forum by having better English in RPs. XD

Never mind, just read what I'm writing. XD

I'd much rather have people writing good stories than joining RPs and saying stuff like:

Mr. Sandman Report 9/1/1776 5:00:14 PM

*Mr. Sandman comes in and stabs the man attacking charley then he gos and stabs another head off afterwards he does a warrior cry and turns to charley. Not bad eh?

There are too much stuff out there that are being started and abandoned all of a sudden, and too little real old school RP stories. I'm leading one, in which I have combined norse and slavic cultures and mythologies. All you people, friends, I know you well and I know you people are excellent at RPing. I don't know why Roleplaying is lately at a downfall though...

"Carl, what happened?" asks John.
"Ace framed you, to them you killed James Cew," says Carl.
"Crap...crap!" yells John.
"It isn't all bad, I found Ace's hideout..." says Carl.
"What!? How the hell'd you do that!?" asks John.
"I looked over the Cew Building's call logs, the fool of a security guard made a call directly from the Cew Building to Ace's hideout when you went in there," says Carl.
"How'd you find out it was Ace's hideout?" asks John.
"The security guard used bad coding, and the voice he talked to was masked," says Carl.
"Weird," says John.
"And the security guard said his name was Stephen, his real name was Frank," says Carl, "They were codenames."
"Wait...Stephen...could be six or seven...Arthur is Ace..." says John.
"Good thought, but the number the call was made to was an apartment in Chicago. Before breaking you out, I payed the place a visit. Ace wasn't home, but his laptop was. It was locked, but I managed to hack it. In it was one file, a deleted e-mail. He's going to kill General Tyler," says Carl.
"So we stop him," says John.
"Exactly," says Carl.
"This should be easy," says John sarcastically.

Lake Horvos, a clear freshwater lake five miles from General Tyler's rather large house, had been used for fifty years as a tourist spot, the tourists were about to get a story to tell.
"Sure you can land?!" asks John.
"Piece...of cake!" yells Carl above the noise of the plane.
John closes his eyes, hoping he makes it through, and the plane bumps, and rocks, and vibrates for several minutes. Then...it stops.
"That...that was a hell of a landing," says Carl with a sigh of relief.
"At least we made it through," says John, he then looks out to see that they are a mile from the coast.
"Don't worry, we have a raft..." says Carl with a smile.

***

The two leave the plane and throw the raft out onto the water, the raft inflates, and the two get in, with Carl holding two large cases. After reaching the shore, Carl shows John the contents, two M40 sniper rifles with silencers. He hands John one case and the two walk up the shore.

***

"Where the hell did you learn how to hotwire?" asks John as the two drive down a small road towards the home of General Tyler..
"My grandpa showed me," says Carl, "He held a lot of jobs in his lifetime..."
"Right..." says John.
As the two near the home, they pull over and drive into the woods, there they cover the car and begin a hike to the hills around General Tyler's house.

***

Under the cover of darkness Ace lays prone on a hill near the home of his target. His crosshair drifts not drift a millimeter as he aims his rifle. The beautiful custom Fulton D75 sniper rifle was his favorite weapon by far, he had never missed with it. Through the window he sees a man on a coach watching the news on a plasma screen TV. He hears a loud whistle followed by a sharp pain in his arm as a round cuts through flesh and muscle. Ace does not utter a cry, he simply rolls to his right, behind a rock. He then draws a Fulton E20 handgun, his rifle now useless with one of his arms injured. He knows that he will not find his enemy in the darkness, so instead of fighting, he decides to flee. He leaves his rifle, unable to even pick it up without dropping his handgun, which he would not do, not in enemy territory. As he runs, two strong sharp objects enter his leg. He falls down, now uttering a curse. And looks down to see a beartrap around his leg. He then takes his handgun and aims it up at his head. As he is about to fire, another shot rings out and his other arm is rendered useless. John Huckson walks towards Ace and grabs his gun, he throws it and makes a gesture. Another man comes into the clearing and kneels, covering John with his handgun. Ace says nothing as John looks into his cold eyes.

John approaches Ace and does the one thing he had wanted to do for a long thing, punch him in the face. John's fist slams into Ace's face and hurts a lot more than it should've.
His face...it's missing something...
"John, we'd better tend to him, or we're gonna lose him!" yells Carl.
"Patch him up, will ya? I can't stand to look at him," mutters John.
As Carl patches Ace up, John searches his clothes. He finds a lockpick, several cell phones, a PDA, what looks like a make-up kit, a keyring with several keys on it, and a few clips of ammunition.
"Got him patched up? We need to get out of here," said John.
"Almost, this dressing should hold until later," said Carl.
"Good, I'll lead, you keep your gun on him...we'll perform a cavity search later...don't want him getting away, but I doubt he'll do much with no arms," said John.
John led the two back to the car, and after loading Ace into the trunk, got in with Carl. Carl drove off, and John could hear Ace banging his feet against the trunk.

***

After a thirty minute drive, they reach their cabin. After unloading their captive and performing a cavity search, John began the interogation while Carl sorted through every phone's memory.