Omegle is slim pickings and idk where to find rp sites anymore AHHH
But i'm craving some widomauk/shadowidomauk, either is so good
The starter is Molly having had a run in with one of Lucien's old enemies and is injured, ship sunk, and only the items in his bag of holding and on his back to his name. He calls for Caleb, knowing the wizard could get a healer to him.
Looking for: A Caleb! Someone who is okay playing multiple characters (if Shadowidomauk we can share Essek so when Caleb and Essek are alone you aren't rping with yourself lol), someone who enjoys smut rp, and is okay with darker material (nothing horrifying though just the usual world violence and maybe some mental illness from his time in Lucien)
The starter is below, feel free to message me if interested!
((Widomauk or Shadowidomauk, Mollymauk makes it back to Wildemount after a sea battle along the coast that leaves him worse for wear, his ship sunk, and only his first mate to protect them, he reaches out to the Nein…whom he had been coming to surprise. 18+))
This was bad. This was beyond bad. Mollymauk, formerly known as Kingsley, was in the back of a tavern that had given them shelter after his first mate had gotten him off board the sinking ship. An old enemy of Lucien’s, damn the name and the curse that seems to follow him, had spotted his brightly colored self and set their sights on their crew. Molly had suffered a sword right through his center, and was waiting for a healer to be found. “V-Val…Val the st..stone.” He rasped, the Drow all but straddling him to keep him still and keep anyone away. She dug in his battered and burned coat and grabbed the one he described, shoving it in his hand. “Call them. NOW.” She ordered.
Molly brought it to his lips and took a staggering breath, who could get here? Caleb could teleport. Caleb was the best option. He could get them somewhere safe. He was bleeding more than enough to use it to cast, and began to wheeze into the stone- “M..Magician…Nicodranis…W-Wayfarer’s Co…Cove. Need help. Please…come get me. Living is…nice. In back…with a Drow...Caleb I need you. Please respond soon.” Water was brought to his lips from his first mate after he finished and he drank, the sword still inside him. “I give them one minute to respond…then we forget them and hope the tavern keeper can find a cleric.” Val said. “Ngh…no…no they’ll come. The Nein always come.” Molly assured her.
