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Well, hello. I am Tesh, the, erm, founder? of the Knights of the Cosmere. The Knights of the Cosmere is a decent sized role playing group, though most of our members are inactive. We have a role play on a PM, so if you'd like to join, I'll tell you how to go about doing that in a minute. This thread will basically just be for updates, general conversation among members, and ones who would like to join, and a catalog of sorts to keep track of all the members. And @Sami is my sort of informal secretary, and @King Cole the GM. To join: Members: Rules: I will add the character profiles eventually.If you are one of the ones who would like to know when we open up again, just comment with a request for updates, and I'll send them.
Hey! So, I was talking with a friend of mine, and we came up with this idea for an rp. So, the basic idea is that you wake up in a clearing one day, no longer human and confused about how you got where you are. You've been combined with an animal in some way* and you need to figure out how you got there, where you are and what you're going to do to get home. If you're interested, I'll add you to the rp PM. It started off as an idea for a furry dnd style thing, but I know not everyone is comfortable with that, so I'll try to make it as normal an rp as I can, that way anyone can join in. Freeform, and just getting into the adventure part. If you'd like to roleplay and help me build it into something worth playing, or just one of the two, please let me know! *(this combining with an animal could be something as subtle as enhanced senses, sharper teeth, and animal eyes; as interesting as gaining animal limbs like becoming a satyr or centaur or something; or as obvious as becoming an anthropomorphic version of an animal.)
The stars of caution shone from the red belt of Paeus and the moons of the giant Qintarxes were aligned asymmetrically. It had not rained in three weeks and smoke drifted carelessly day and night from the distant shore to the East. The New Operatives had been gathering with the elders during all eight phases of the moon and the Revered Mother had requested that only the Waxing Born men would visit her that week. As a first born, Teon's understanding of these events was confused and frightened. But his sister Euthalia, third born and exalted chanter was a comfort to him as they walked naked in silence, collecting the buds from the Dark Flower of May and painting the sap onto their bodies and bald heads as they went. At the end of the night, they would be presented to the tribe as the night they were born. Side by side and marked with red, foretelling of the great stampede which would have destroyed the sacred font. The pair had been treated with due respect for their 168 moons and their presentation tonight would be what they had been told by their mother as a most honourable occasion, though no more information was shared. This unsettled Teon more that his limited ability to read the skies and his schooling through entrails divination combined. But Euthalia marched on, pausing every seventh step to pinch the earth and grind it into the sap bowl, seeming content and proud. Teon swallowed nervously and followed along, it may be the only night in the year that does not hold more than one birthnight celebration, he thought, but never has a 168th moon been surrounded in so much secrecy.