Let Our Story Begin...

Let us make a story together. Roleplay blog, any fandom or genre. Memes, starters, asks, anons are all welcome. Check out the character page and let's start our adventure! (This page will be for the main muse, Captain Matthias Grymm)

[grymm-pirate]

“Mmmmph-!”

A grim, skeletal hand burst out from the graveyard soil. Muffled, angry cries could be heard through the dirt.

Another hand burst out, clawing and scraping away what kept the victim (or monster) buried. Finally a head peaked through, gasping for breath and crying out, “WHO IN THE 9 BLOODY CIRCLES BURIED ME!?!”

The figure dragged himself out of the makeshift grave. He snapped his head up, pointing a very boney finger towards a lone cemetery visitor he saw not far away.

“YOU! What year is it!!? Where am I?? And who the bloody hell are ye!?!”

[grymm-pirate]

The pirate captain sighed and scratched his head, knocking some grave dirt from his hair. "Well, we're getting nowhere fast by only reviewing what we Don't know. Though, I should be able to track my ship if we visit a large body of water..."

[rpmemesratedpg]

Lost Sentence Starters

“Wait, where are we?”

“Maybe we should look at a map.”

“Are you sure you know where we are?”

“We should ask for directions.”

“I think we’ve already seen that rock. Multiple times.”

“This sign would be more helpful if it was in a language I could understand.”

“I would use my gps if my phone still had any power left.”

“We don’t need any directions! We can do this ourselves!”

“It’s that way! I … think.”

“How did we manage to get lost so quickly?”

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“The only true love is unrequited love.”  “Will I see you again?” “Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.”  “I never could lie to you.“  “Promise me you’ll come back.”  “Am I just a joke to you, [name]?”  “This is what you do, love. Stride across the centuries, and death follows, churning in your wake.”  “You’re making it personal. That doesn’t help.“  “It was almost like a dream. ‘Oh. I’m not waking up. Why aren’t I waking up?’ I thought. That feeling never ended. It still hasn’t ended.” “I don’t want to hear your suggestions for my personal life.”  “Hold me, at least once, before we say goodbye.”  “I want to hug you once more, as soft as I can.”  “For whose sake… am I living now?”  “Come back alive.” “Thank you… In the end, that’s all I had to say.” “I love you… In the end, that’s all I had to say.” “For survival, I buried my dreams.” “Perhaps you’re right. Neither of us is who we used to be.”  “Don’t go where I can’t follow.” “I aim to be lionhearted, but my hands still shake and my voice isn’t quite loud enough.” “Let me in! Tell me what you’re thinking!“  “I just want to save you.”  “We are not the same, and never will be.” “Stop pretending this doesn’t terrify you.” “Of course it meant something.” “Do you remember?” “I can’t help but love you, even though I try not to.”  “I can’t pretend it’s not the end.”  “I said I’d have courage, but I don’t. Not anymore.”  “You’re a good liar.” “You jump, I jump. Remember?” “There’s nothing I’d deny you, if you would not deny me.” “Don’t do it. Don’t love me.” 

[grymm-pirate]

“Mmmmph-!”

A grim, skeletal hand burst out from the graveyard soil. Muffled, angry cries could be heard through the dirt.

Another hand burst out, clawing and scraping away what kept the victim (or monster) buried. Finally a head peaked through, gasping for breath and crying out, “WHO IN THE 9 BLOODY CIRCLES BURIED ME!?!”

The figure dragged himself out of the makeshift grave. He snapped his head up, pointing a very boney finger towards a lone cemetery visitor he saw not far away.

“YOU! What year is it!!? Where am I?? And who the bloody hell are ye!?!”

[grymm-pirate]

“Nitwit,” he grumbled under his breath. He took a moment to observe the woman before him. “Huh, so ye know my name… Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure we Have met.” The pirate’s rotting appearance began to burn blue in the places where his flesh appeared decayed. In its place, he now appeared to be a man in his early thirties, fully alive and unmarked save for his missing right eye.

He took several steps forward, closing the distance between them a bit too closely. His eyes were fixed on hers, full of questioning and curiosity. “Your name was………..Amb….rosia?”

[hellsspecialteam]

She let him not intimidated not scared “close. Amber Less.” She said gently her red eyes watching him “you kind of dissapeared after a while I was kind of worried.” She snickered gently

[grymm-pirate]

He chuckled to himself. “Don’t see why ye’d be worried about Me Miss Amber, but the sentiment is appreciated.” Matthias backed away to a respectable distance. “I suppose a familiar presence was the cause of my...’resurrection.’ But now I wonder who the bloody hell has my ship.”

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[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

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[grymm-pirate]

“Mmmmph-!”

A grim, skeletal hand burst out from the graveyard soil. Muffled, angry cries could be heard through the dirt.

Another hand burst out, clawing and scraping away what kept the victim (or monster) buried. Finally a head peaked through, gasping for breath and crying out, “WHO IN THE 9 BLOODY CIRCLES BURIED ME!?!”

The figure dragged himself out of the makeshift grave. He snapped his head up, pointing a very boney finger towards a lone cemetery visitor he saw not far away.

“YOU! What year is it!!? Where am I?? And who the bloody hell are ye!?!”

[grymm-pirate]

"Nitwit," he grumbled under his breath. He took a moment to observe the woman before him. "Huh, so ye know my name... Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure we Have met." The pirate's rotting appearance began to burn blue in the places where his flesh appeared decayed. In its place, he now appeared to be a man in his early thirties, fully alive and unmarked save for his missing right eye.

He took several steps forward, closing the distance between them a bit too closely. His eyes were fixed on hers, full of questioning and curiosity. "Your name was...........Amb....rosia?"

[grymm-pirate]

“Mmmmph-!”

A grim, skeletal hand burst out from the graveyard soil. Muffled, angry cries could be heard through the dirt.

Another hand burst out, clawing and scraping away what kept the victim (or monster) buried. Finally a head peaked through, gasping for breath and crying out, “WHO IN THE 9 BLOODY CIRCLES BURIED ME!?!”

The figure dragged himself out of the makeshift grave. He snapped his head up, pointing a very boney finger towards a lone cemetery visitor he saw not far away.

“YOU! What year is it!!? Where am I?? And who the bloody hell are ye!?!”

[hellsspecialteam]

Ambers wings and tail twitch “yelling at a stranger is awfully risky. Its 2019 your on earth and you dont need to know my name.” She said gently

[grymm-pirate]

The man scoweled deeply. "Earth 2019, eh? Well, that's just lovely." He dragged himself fully out of his 'grave', trying to brush the dirt off his clothes as he stood up. "And you're a real peach yourself. A person rises from a grave, clearly confused out of his mind, and ye give the time o' day but not yer name. Wait... why am I botherin'? I have to find the bastard that buried me!!"

[grymm-pirate]

"Mmmmph-!"

A grim, skeletal hand burst out from the graveyard soil. Muffled, angry cries could be heard through the dirt.

Another hand burst out, clawing and scraping away what kept the victim (or monster) buried. Finally a head peaked through, gasping for breath and crying out, "WHO IN THE 9 BLOODY CIRCLES BURIED ME!?!"

The figure dragged himself out of the makeshift grave. He snapped his head up, pointing a very boney finger towards a lone cemetery visitor he saw not far away.

"YOU! What year is it!!? Where am I?? And who the bloody hell are ye!?!"

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[thomasifrin]

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The Hunters Guild was relatively quiet that evening. Most had gone to their chambers or were drowning their losses in wine or ale. Thomas Ifrin, playing his part as the barkeep that night, was busy polishing tankards. Though he was a hunter himself, his attire suggested he was closer to a nobleman than anything. He always dressed a little fancier than those around him, probably to distract them from his red skin, short black claws, or the two small horns protruding from his forehead.

Suddenly, a stranger walked through the front doors and entered the main hall. Considering the time of night, he doubted it could be an adventurer looking to hire… Nonetheless, he motioned the person over to him, a gentle smile gracing his face under his slightly twirled mustache.

[grymm-pirate]

"Another plane of existence? Now that's something you don't hear everyday." The tiefling chuckled a bit before setting the tankard he'd been polishing onto the bar. Suddenly, it started to shift and slide on its own.

"Well, if you'd like, you can easily find work here. There's no shortage of monstrosities to hunt, and it pays well the more you do and the higher the difficulty. Unfortunately, you would have to be a member of the Guild first."

[grymm-pirate]

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After slamming down another pint of ale, the pirate captain roared at the barkeep, “Another round for the lads and lasses! Tonight we celebrate!” Most of the tavern cheered as he looked over to an unknown person beside him. He motioned to the barkeep before glancing at the stranger again.

“Fancy yerself a drink? Friends made in festivity are the best kind to make I say.”

[grymm-pirate]

"Ah...that sounds like a familiar tale. Hmm, a past life perhaps," he chuckled to himself. His eyes focused on the small, blue stone the woman played with. "Might want to be careful with somethin like that, Miss Amber. Though most on my crew are decent, some still cling to the greeds they held in life..." His one eye leered towards the others seated at the tavern.

[lastxdragon]

"Are you alright?"

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

A voice came from somewhere close and Daenerys blinked, her vision adjusting to the shadowed light. She could feel the bed beneath her gently rolling - she was on a ship. The last thing Dany remembered was seeing a ship come out of the darkness behind hers. There had been shouts and… a force hit the back of her head. The spot ached, but Dany didn’t move to rub it. From what she could see, this was not her quarters on the ship. 

“Who are you and where am I?” Daenerys asked cautiously, slowly sitting up, her hand rising to touch her head, seeing no blood on her fingers. 

[grymm-pirate]

The hanging lamp swayed back and forth as the ship rocked gently, casting a moving light on the pirate sitting in a chair across from her. His one good eye held concern, whilst the other lay hidden behind a black leather patch.

He stood from his seat, taking his hat off as he did so and bowed slightly. "I am Captain Matthias Grymm, at yer service. I be the master of the ship The Charon, the vessel you currently find yourself occupying, my lady. I'd call ye 'Miss' or 'Lass'," he placed his hat back atop his head. "But somethin' tells me that'd be insulting to ye."

[thomasifrin]

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[grymm-pirate]

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[grymm-pirate]

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After slamming down another pint of ale, the pirate captain roared at the barkeep, “Another round for the lads and lasses! Tonight we celebrate!” Most of the tavern cheered as he looked over to an unknown person beside him. He motioned to the barkeep before glancing at the stranger again.

“Fancy yerself a drink? Friends made in festivity are the best kind to make I say.”

[hellsspecialteam]

Amber was human at this point. Her half gloves and male attire didnt fully fit her feminine face at all.

“For tonight I’ve had my last, but thank you for the offer.” She smiled gently hazel eyes looked at him a familiar glint behind them.

“You seem familiar. Are you here often?” She asked “I cant remember if we met before or not.” She said softly

[grymm-pirate]

The Captain gave a hearty laugh before taking a swig for himself. "I'd be hopin ye haven't seen me enough to be familiar, although I have been around here a few times more than I'd like."

His gaze became steely for a moment, a cruel grin stretched across his face. "If you and I met because of business reasons... Well, more than likely you'd be dead, or worse." The look he gave broke like glass and he chuckled to himself, as though he'd told a corny joke.

"Sorry, I get carried away when I'm in high spirits. If this be our first meeting, or not," he thrust his hand out and offered it to shake. "Captain Matthias Grymm, at yer service. And what be your name, Miss?"

[grymm-pirate]

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After slamming down another pint of ale, the pirate captain roared at the barkeep, "Another round for the lads and lasses! Tonight we celebrate!" Most of the tavern cheered as he looked over to an unknown person beside him. He motioned to the barkeep before glancing at the stranger again.

"Fancy yerself a drink? Friends made in festivity are the best kind to make I say."