Stuka Zu Fuss
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- Posted: Tue, 04 Sep 2012 15:48:30 +0000
I was wondering if anyone was up for a Fantasy/Horror roleplay in an alternate WWII setting, where the other roleplayer plays as something besides human, preferably Naga/Lamia.
Dominants only.
Please send your response and questions via Private message.
Intro:
The Insatiable.
November 18th, 1944, Berlin, Germany
It was nearing the end of what seemed like just another day in the Reich for the Führer,
It started out with some talks with the Luftwaffe High Command regarding the Eastern Front, specifically the allocation of heavy bombers, for targets against the new Soviet industrial base that was centered just behind the Urals.
After that, the Field Marshall for the Afrika Korps who was in charge came to talk with Ryan, who has flown in from their headquarters all the way from Tripoli on his leave, stopping by to discuss some matters that probably weren't suited for over a radio. With the captured lands of British and Free French controlled Syria and Iraq, it could open up another front with the Soviet Union, who's armies where already stretched thin along their western front, along with finally being able to supply crude oil to their Japanese allies who desperately needed it.
Once that was taken care of, there was the matter of dealing with a representative of the Vichy French Government. Germany was going to allow Vichy to control over the rest of France, with the exception of its military, its arms factories, and certain fortified locations along the coast of France.
Their meeting ended rather quickly, because everything had already been laid out and discussed before for the most part, and the only thing left was for the Führer to give his signature alongside the representative.
Once he had left, he gave a sigh of relief, "Another day, another pitiful country..." he said to himself, giving a smirk. Ryan started to put all the papers he had gathered over the day at his rather large desk into a neat pile so his secretary can file them properly, whom he hadn't seen all day. Not giving much thought to it, and completely exhausted, he left the building.
As usual, there was a black Horch waiting for him as he came out, of which his favorite driver was in control of . Ryan gave a nod to him as he opened the door and climbed in.
"Good evening, Führer..." the driver said, nodding in return.
"Good evening Heinrich," Ryan said, giving a smile to him, "You know where to go..."
The soldier then started to drive Ryan back to his private lodge in the woods on the outskirts of Berlin, following the familiar twists and turns the dirt road provided. "We are here, sir." Heinrich said, stopping the car right outside his door.
"Well, goodnight, Heinrich. I'm sure your family is waiting for you..." The Führer said, before getting out and closing the door, letting him drive off.
He then took out his keys and opened the door, letting himself in. He was too tired to eat anything, so he skipped dinner and went straight upstairs to the second floor, taking a right turn and heading to the last door on the right.
He entered his room and quickly crawled onto his bed, and he entered a deep sleep in a matter of minutes. Being as out of energy and desperate for rest as he was, he entered a deep sleep in a matter of minutes. This made him look very vulnerable to anyone who had been lying in wait in the shadows of the room.
When he awoke, it felt to him like he hadn't really slept at all, and the pitch-darkness all around him seemed to confirm what he thought. He then tried to move his hand to scratch his head, but instead he felt resistance and heard jingling of some sort of chained metal, "Huh?" it took him a few moments to realize what had happened to him, his arm had been chained to the corner of the bed.
Panicking, he tried to move his other limbs, but the same had been done to them as his arm. Even with all his Atlantean might, he wasn't able to escape from his confinements after a few minutes of struggling. Realizing that he wasn't about to go anywhere, he took a deep breath. and decided to wait it out, hoping somebody would pass by or come into the room/
While he was waiting, he tried looking around the room for any sort of light source, be it the moon, or light coming from a crack under a door. Finding none after frantically looking around, the thought came into his mind that maybe he had been left there to die, in some place that nobody would ever find him. He tried his best to suppress the thought of such a thing as he waited.
((RPC in Journal))
Dominants only.
Please send your response and questions via Private message.
Intro:
The Insatiable.
November 18th, 1944, Berlin, Germany
It was nearing the end of what seemed like just another day in the Reich for the Führer,
It started out with some talks with the Luftwaffe High Command regarding the Eastern Front, specifically the allocation of heavy bombers, for targets against the new Soviet industrial base that was centered just behind the Urals.
After that, the Field Marshall for the Afrika Korps who was in charge came to talk with Ryan, who has flown in from their headquarters all the way from Tripoli on his leave, stopping by to discuss some matters that probably weren't suited for over a radio. With the captured lands of British and Free French controlled Syria and Iraq, it could open up another front with the Soviet Union, who's armies where already stretched thin along their western front, along with finally being able to supply crude oil to their Japanese allies who desperately needed it.
Once that was taken care of, there was the matter of dealing with a representative of the Vichy French Government. Germany was going to allow Vichy to control over the rest of France, with the exception of its military, its arms factories, and certain fortified locations along the coast of France.
Their meeting ended rather quickly, because everything had already been laid out and discussed before for the most part, and the only thing left was for the Führer to give his signature alongside the representative.
Once he had left, he gave a sigh of relief, "Another day, another pitiful country..." he said to himself, giving a smirk. Ryan started to put all the papers he had gathered over the day at his rather large desk into a neat pile so his secretary can file them properly, whom he hadn't seen all day. Not giving much thought to it, and completely exhausted, he left the building.
As usual, there was a black Horch waiting for him as he came out, of which his favorite driver was in control of . Ryan gave a nod to him as he opened the door and climbed in.
"Good evening, Führer..." the driver said, nodding in return.
"Good evening Heinrich," Ryan said, giving a smile to him, "You know where to go..."
The soldier then started to drive Ryan back to his private lodge in the woods on the outskirts of Berlin, following the familiar twists and turns the dirt road provided. "We are here, sir." Heinrich said, stopping the car right outside his door.
"Well, goodnight, Heinrich. I'm sure your family is waiting for you..." The Führer said, before getting out and closing the door, letting him drive off.
He then took out his keys and opened the door, letting himself in. He was too tired to eat anything, so he skipped dinner and went straight upstairs to the second floor, taking a right turn and heading to the last door on the right.
He entered his room and quickly crawled onto his bed, and he entered a deep sleep in a matter of minutes. Being as out of energy and desperate for rest as he was, he entered a deep sleep in a matter of minutes. This made him look very vulnerable to anyone who had been lying in wait in the shadows of the room.
When he awoke, it felt to him like he hadn't really slept at all, and the pitch-darkness all around him seemed to confirm what he thought. He then tried to move his hand to scratch his head, but instead he felt resistance and heard jingling of some sort of chained metal, "Huh?" it took him a few moments to realize what had happened to him, his arm had been chained to the corner of the bed.
Panicking, he tried to move his other limbs, but the same had been done to them as his arm. Even with all his Atlantean might, he wasn't able to escape from his confinements after a few minutes of struggling. Realizing that he wasn't about to go anywhere, he took a deep breath. and decided to wait it out, hoping somebody would pass by or come into the room/
While he was waiting, he tried looking around the room for any sort of light source, be it the moon, or light coming from a crack under a door. Finding none after frantically looking around, the thought came into his mind that maybe he had been left there to die, in some place that nobody would ever find him. He tried his best to suppress the thought of such a thing as he waited.
((RPC in Journal))
