New and Accepting Roleplays

In the Zodiac Realm, a strange truth lies at the heart of power: the rulers are the weakest of all Starbornes.

For centuries, peace reigned. At least, where the light touched. Whispers of darkness stirred beneath the surface—minor crimes, quiet secrets—but nothing that threatened the realm itself.

Until two weeks ago.

The Emperor and Empress were found murdered in cold blood, their bodies discovered by their twelve-year-old daughter, Princess Sapphire, alone in the dead of night. The assassins vanished without a trace—taking with them the royal Starstones and those of the fallen guards.

Since then, the realm has teetered on the edge of chaos.
In just the past week, several attempts have been made on the young princess’s life. In response, the royal court assembled an elite guard—a group of twelve, sworn to protect her at all costs.
You are one of them.
Your mission is simple: keep the princess alive until her coronation, one year from now.


Of Sapphires and Stardust by @Glitch0Ghost2024 is Accepting!

Sleight of Hand

For centuries, you were part of the order. Sometimes worshiped, sometimes feared. Your presence meant something. Your existence held the balance.

But now, the Deck has gone wild.

No one knows who cut it. No one knows what it means. But you felt the shift, the sick lurch in the gut of the universe. Now fate trembles. Realities blur. Some cards are missing. Others have returned, reversed.

And you? You've been cast into the Atrium, a liminal realm that exists between shuffles. A purgatory of collapsing symbolism and twisted reflections. A prison. Each “region” shaped by Arcana is still active, still clinging to their meaning.

No exit. No instructions. Just you, and the others. The only way out -- if there is one -- is hidden in the shape of the draw.

Sleight of Hand by @pixels is ACCEPTING!

Searchlight, NV - It's on the map, supposedly. Caught between the chaotic sprawl of Las Vegas and the vast isolation of the Nevada desert, what once was a thriving gold mining settlement has faded into a ghost town of a few hundred people. Most left long ago. A few stubborn ones stuck around. But now that the town sits mostly vacant, something else seems to be moving in— something sinister.

The few remaining locals know its presence, and quietly keep note of the signs. Here, the radio always plays the same song, no matter what station you're on, a detail you don't realize until it's much too late. The clocks don't work quite right— sometimes they run fast, sometimes they tick backwards, sometimes they freeze at the moment you entered town and never budge. Payphones will ring only to play hollow silence when you answer... and yet, something seems to be listening to your bated breath. And these are only the aspects the people of Searchlight dare to speak about.

You find yourself here, by one twist of fate or another. Maybe you're on the run, escaping a past life, never staying anywhere for long. Maybe you sought out the town on purpose, drawn by its tales of strange, paranormal happenings. Maybe you never managed to leave, and find yourself haunting your hometown. But whatever your reason, one thing is for sure: Searchlight doesn't want you to get out. As night falls and the cracks in reality widen, you and your fellow travelers must find an escape— or risk becoming part of this ghost town forever.

Hiding Under Searchlight by @SilverNight is ACCEPTING!

Wards of the Wyrmspire

You are new here: perhaps a healer, a curse-breaker, a necrosurgeon, a medic with something to prove or something to atone for. You were drawn here by coin, by curiosity, or by the whispers that this place might be your last chance at redemption.

A courier arrived at dawn. His clothes scorched, tongue blackened by spellburn, eyes wide with a terror that hadn't yet caught up to him. He carried no letter, only a shard of obsidian marked with the sigil of the dead god Vezz, and a single phrase whispered into the air: “The plague has wings now.”

And somewhere, high above, a shadow coils against the rising sun. It is vast, wheezing, and bleeding fire.

Now, your shift begins.

Wards of the Wyrmspire by @pixels is ACCEPTING!