Casting Call To One And All:

[PhoenixPrime01]

Casting Call (OOC TOO) for "The Home" Open To One And All:

Pywakit and I have discussed a storyline and hope that many of you would like to join in. Here's the introduction to it, which will be at the start of the story too.
We hope you find the premise intriguing enough to PM and ask to join us in the tale as the more male and females who join the more that can be done with the plotline and story.

PP


BACKGROUND/INTRODUCTION:

The small community was called The Home by its residents. It hadn’t existed before, before The Night of the Falling Star. That was twenty years ago on December 24th, 2006. A coincidental day considering it was a ‘falling star’ on biblical night with a star prominent in the story that caused the disaster that wiped out nearly all of humankind and civilization as it had been known.

The predictions that it would happen again finally came true that night, an asteroid hit the Earth. It may have helped had there been more watchers, but there weren’t, to spot it so perhaps the world’s scientists or military could have done something, anything, to nudge it enough for a miss, but that wasn’t to be.

It struck the South Atlantic just north of Antarctica just before midnight. The resulting tidal waves and earthquakes inundated Australia, the coasts of South America and Africa, the Caribbean Islands and Canary Islands, North America and the entire coastline of the Gulf of Mexico. Most of the Mediterranean Sea felt its wrath as did Europe and the British Isles. Naturally the South Pacific didn’t escape either as the tsunami’s moved into the Pacific erasing or changing forever the western coasts of those continents. Not one land mass on Earth looked as it did before The Night of the Falling Star and the tsunamis and earthquakes.

When the disaster struck the world, Charles G. Roget was a 20 year old college student studying philosophy. He chose it not to prepare himself for the workplace, but because he had so many doubts and questions about modern religion and society and sought answers to those questions.

Prior to college Charles, Charlie to friends and acquaintances alike, had been a fitness nut. As a result of this he had been in peak condition. That allowed him to secure a position at a gym in his college town as a fitness instructor/personal trainer to augment his scholarship. Charlie had also been an outdoorsman who enjoyed hiking, hunting and fishing. All of these things stood him in good stead on the day after the star fell.

The first thing he did, having the foresight to know that civilization as he knew it was over, was to load the back of the old military three-quarter ton pickup truck he’d bought at a government surplus auction with all of his clothes, his sporting equipment, books and camping gear, and a close friend, and get the hell out of town after cleaning out their bank accounts via the ATM.

On their way out they stopped at a sporting good store and stocked up on ammunition for Charlie’s guns, topographical maps and a good old fashioned high quality compass to supplement or take the place of his GPS if it quit working. They stopped at a grocery store and stocked up on cases of canned goods and non perishable items next and all of the candles and batteries that they could find regardless of their size and all of the matches on the shelves.

It was necessary to help themselves to gas cans and gasoline as the station was closed, but Charlie felt, “What the hell. The police will be to damned busy to look for them anyway.”

Using the maps they chose an isolated valley about two hundred miles south and headed off to see if it was habitable and looked as though it could support them during the chaos both knew was coming on winged feet.

When they got there the found the valley still had the campground Charlie has stayed in when hunting or fishing in the small lake and that was all that was there; no town, no village, and only the owner of the campground living there at the time as it was off season being the middle of the winter.

After talking to Mr. Richards, the campground owner, it was agreed that they’d live there and share supplies with him for letting them have a cabin as well as helping him protect the old homestead if needed.

During the five years before his Mr. Richards, Tom’s, death from a gunshot wounds they fended off several bands of marauders/scavengers as well adding to those living there by allowing some to join them. The majority was young families, many with children, but there were also single men and women added to the group. Fatalities happened as they defended the campground, including Ed Charlie’s best friend and companion from college. His throat was cut, but he managed to shoot his killer before he died.

Over the years all of the nearby places to “acquire” anything useful were stripped to the bare bones and all was brought to the campground for the group’s use. Fences and defenses were added. A National Guard armory supplied some heavier firepower, and several more residents and their families. And now there was nothing within one hundred miles of the place worth having, nor a living soul as a permanent resident.

Charlie became the leader of the group and also the teacher for the children. Gobbles said in Nazi Germany during WWII, give me the child until he’s five and I’ll give you the adult.”

Well Charlie took it one step further. He not only molded the minds of the little children in his classes, but when teaching the older children used a mishmash of philosophy, old religions and plain old intimidation and brain washing to turn them into ‘his kids’. Parents died, for one reason or another, and now all who lived at the campsite, The Home, called Charlie “Father” or “Father Charlie” as he was the eldest left living there at the ripe old age of 42.

He was the undisputed leader, teacher, priest/minister/religious leader, and he was happy with his lot in this new life.

The ‘religion’ he espoused and taught was based on caring for the land, watching out for each other, willingness to give their all for The Home, hedonism and a melding of paganism, wicca, druidism with Father Charlie as the one who knew the paths to take and what was needed to keep them safe in their valley and how to “appease the Gods” when it was needed.

Father Charlie’s religion called for him to have at least two female priestesses at all times, but of course that didn’t limit his sexual contact with other females if he wished and they agreed.

The priestesses, in addition to being his bedmates, were also the ones who were used to appease the Gods if Father said it was necessary. Now this may sound as if they would be sacrificed, but not so. When the Gods demanded it, they were punished for whatever the transgression was that demanded it to ‘save the group’, and Charlie was the primary one to deliver the punishment.

When it was needed they not only accepted the punishment with pride, for it was for the good of The Home and its residents, but they would also often show off the marks the punishments left on their bodies as a source of pride and status. They were referred to as the Scarlet Witches for the red marks, and others, that their bodies often bore for it seemed that the Gods were often displeased.

If a member of the community transgressed in some way Father Charlie would decree the punishment which could range from extra work to physical punishment to banishment from the community with just the clothing on their backs, which was tantamount to death sentence, to death by the means he felt most appropriate considering the circumstances and crime.

The community is set up similar to a 1960’s era commune. There are no marriages per se, although many live together often with more than one man or more than one woman in a household, it’s up to the individuals. However, it is also the law that so long as it’s consensual there will be no recriminations if one chooses to enjoy another and jealousy is punished if it grips an individual.

The Home’s Laws are few. First is contribute to the community or be banished. Second is steal or the like and be banished, if it’s not yours keep your hands off without the owner’s permission. Third is murder and die, painfully, at the hands of the victim’s survivors or the community if there aren’t any family members to carry out the sentence. Fourth is The Home comes before everything else and Father Charlie’s word is the law as long as it doesn’t violate one of the first three laws.

Now it’s early spring of 2026 and the Spring Festival is rapidly approaching. A time of happiness and joy for winter has passed and the Earth will once again be blessed with plenty and growing things in the fields.

Charlie is sitting in his office/study considering what rites will be used this year to celebrate the new season, well other than the normal sexual ones that is, for Spring is a time of fertility for more than just the plants and animals.

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Characters needed for the story. Please PM me if you’re interested in taking a role.

Charlie will be my role so we need:

Scarlet Witches:
Pywakit will play one, but more may "apply". *s*
AmbrosiaCaress has replaced the vanished w/o wordVero in the role of a Scarlet Witch. Welcome to The Home and the Temple Ambrosia. *BS

2 - Acolyte Priests who are fanatically loyal to Father
DrinkingCap

2-3 Priestesses also deeply loyal to The Home who partcipate in all 'temple' activities.

Head of The Homes guard force who was hand picked by Charlie for ability and loyalty.
PogueMahone

Guards
krazykyotee - guard/blacksmith/armorer

Scouts

Explorers/Metal, books and tech scavengers
AriO

Healer(s):
silver_inari, female healer

Residents of The Home

malcah - a "New Comer"

Other survivors can join in as the story develops and cast roles are filled or to fill them.

Paendragon - Marcus the Trader


This is not the story's OOC thread, but will be when the story begins.

The story begins here. Read and enjoy or join and enjoy even more *S.

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=11874677#post11874677

 

[esclave_PP]

They call her Eve...

OOC: Flailing blindly through the woods, all Eve can hear is the crunching of twigs and the squishing sounds of the mud between her toes. Even though the sun is shining, the cold Spring wind tears through her tattered clothes. She pauses, resting against a large tree, the roughness of the bark biting at her back. Catching her breath, she tries to orient herself.

'Where am I...' she thinks frantically. 'All I can remember is running. Running from...' a deep sigh ensues, 'running from...I can't remember,' she thinks frustrated at her memory loss. She looks down at her arms and legs and sees deep scratch marks from the woods have painted her skin. 'I feel so weak...I need food and shelter soon,' she continues.

After a few moments she gathers up all the strength she can muster and continues staggering, the air burning her lungs. She still doesn't know where she will end up, but she knows she has to be away from there. As Eve reaches a clearing, she sees a small fortified community down in the valley below. There is smoke coming from a fire and the intense smells of meat. 'Mmmmmmmm foooood, yes! Finally,' a voice in her head exclaims. At 5'2" Eve has a slight frame. The lack of food has left her body deminished, her long black hair lank and pasted to her head. Her tattered clothes barely cover her still ample bosom and hips. She pauses and realizes that she's indeed a fine mess. Using her fingers she combs through her hair and tries to arrange herself, desperate to be taken in and eat -- rest for the first time in shelter and get warm.

Just as she's ready to make her way down the hill, she loses her footing falling down the hillside. The speed increases until she lands in a heap, losing consciousness, the smells of the community permeating her nostrils.

 

[Pywakit]

As PP mentioned, I'll be playing one of the Scarlet Witches in this thread. I'll see about posting a character description and background for her later this afternoon/evening.

 

[esclave_PP]

Looking forward to it and to writing with you Py *waves hello* -- Master had me start off the book with my character intro so hopefully it will get going soon! I hope others join us!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

And the cast has grown by one more player with Vero's joining us.

 

[Pywakit]

Hi there, malcah_ms! Yeah, this should be a pretty fun thread once it starts up!

As for my character; here's the info.

Wren has never known any world but the ruin. She was born only 3 years before the disaster, but doesn't remember her parents. Father Charlie knows where she came from, who her parents were, and why he chose her to be one of the Scarlet Witches, but he hasn't shared these reasons with her yet and she's never asked. He'll tell her if and when he decides he needs to.

Wren is now 23 years old, and she's been a Scarlet Witch since she came of age. She takes great pride in her position, and has dyed her hair a brilliant shade of red to match the sacred scarlet robes she wears to indicate her position in the tribe. These robes consist of numerous long strips and wrappings, and can be arranged to expose her flesh in a number of configurations, a quality designed specifically to show off the marks on her body where she bears the punishments required by her station.

Yet lately, Wren has been growing restless, and she's not sure why. She's been having an increasing number of terrible nightmares she can't remember when she wakes, and she has grown uncharacteristicly moody and somber.

 

[esclave_PP]

welcome Vero!! I forgot to add that Eve is also 24.

 

[Vero]

Alexandria

OOC: Hi everybody! Sorry to be so slow, I'm really happy to be included.

Alexandria

Lexi is 18, and has only been a Scarlet Witch a few months. She replaced a woman who had disgraced The Home and was cast out. Before that she lived with the other orphaned young women as her mother died when she was small and her father died when she was 12, the first from untreated influenza and her father from a battle, heroically protecting The Home. She absolutely idolizes Wren and Father Charlie and is determined to do everything in her power to appease the gods, especially after the dismal failure of her predecessor.

She was a model student growing up, her father being one of the mainstays of the society before his death, and she felt honored to experiance so many private tutoring sessions with Father Charlie where she learned to please him whole heartedly, and through him please the gods.

Her parents are very visable in her, with her father's ice blue eyes and pale blond hair, and her mother's curvy, long legged figure. Father Charlie often called her his hope for the next generation and she strives to live up to that in every way possible. Since becoming a Scarlet Witch she has switched to using her full name Alexandria rather than the childish diminutive Lexi. Whenever possible she is with Wren or Father Charlie, trying to imitate or please them. When she has been ased to run an errand on her own she treats it as the most serious undertaking, every movement turned to ritual.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

My thanks to those who have joined in so far. *GBS* Great intros thanks for them and looking forward to silver inari's to read and enjoy. *s

I hope we'll have as much fun writing together as I expect we'll have.

Now come on everyone else, come and join us in The Home. We need males for Home "staff" as well as male and female residents who live and work in the survivors settlement.

PP

 

[silver_inari]

Great intros thanks for them and looking forward to silver inari's to read and enjoy. *s


PP

OOC: Is this a hint? I assume you're going to start a new thread for the story itself, seperate from the casting call? I'll go ahead and post what I would there. By the way, where are we geographically speaking? It will help me refine some of the background of my character.

Sunlight streaked in the open window of Sierra's cabin, and she stretched, pulling the sheet over her head in an effort to avoid the light. It had been a late night for her, being called out in the middle of the night for one of the horses giving birth. The foal had been laid wrong and needed to be turned, hard work that kept her up thrugh all hours of the night, saving both the mare and the colt. It had been worth it though, once she saw the little one stagger to it's mama's side. A freshly baked berry pie sat on her counter in trade, although at times like this Sierra sincerely wished she could sleep one night through uninterrupted from time to time.

Her mind drifted to the inventory of medicines on her shelf as her eye fell upon them. Her stocks of cherry bark were looking a little low, as was willow and slippery elm. A cough had just hit the Home, and most of the children were
still getting over it. She had best go out and see about harvesting some. Damn it...now she had a plan. She couldn't justify sitting in bed any longer when she had work to be done, even though nobody would fault her for sleeping in a bit after the late night last night.

Yawning, she rose from bed, brushing her long brown hair out of her face, pulling it back into a ponytail and securing it with a fingerwoven braided strip of cord. One vertebrae cracking stretch later and she slipped her nightgown off, grabbing her pants and shirt and sitting back down to get dressed. The bed was tempting and she flopped back down onto the mattress, one of the few genuine ones and not a straw tick over a rope frame. Being the resident healer for both humans and livestock had its advantages.

Not where she thought she would end up. Not where she thought she would end up at all.

Sierra had grown up not too far from this valley, although in the slang of her family it would be more appropriately called 'the holler', a bastardized form of 'the hollow' or valley. Sierra Grace Stewart had grown up near the valley. Before the asteroid. Before The Fall. The Fall, as it was known changed life as she knew it. She was 15 when it happened, and had been living the life of a teen way back in the hills, and so was perhaps more prepared then most. Raised by her grandparents, her grandma and grandpa knew the old ways of doing things by hand, without power, and so they taught her everything they knew. Grandma Stewart taught her every herb remedy there was, and working alongside Grandpa Stewart taught her the ins and outs of vetting livestock.

She had picked up further medical training from the docter that served their small community, and even more from a former combat vet that passed through, to the point where she was a valued commodity to any homestead. Grandma and Grandpa Stewart had passed away several years back, one slipping away the week after the other had passed, neither one wanting to be without the other. She had wept her tears, and followed their pleas for her to move to a more protected community, and so it was that she heeded their wishes and moved to a good sized steading called simply "The Home"

She earned her keep by serving anyone who needed medical attention, and they repayed her on a barter system, there being no real need for money in their situation. Sierra was a laid back, gentle personality, but who could be strong and fierce when it was necessary. One good for nothing fellow had found that out when Sierra came upon him trying to rape one of the young girls of the valley. Her right hook to his chin knocked him out cold, to be dealt with later by the community. It was a poor healer, in her mind, that could not defend her patients.

Her blue eyes drifted to her basket for gathering herbs, woven by her own hands. Right, 'nuff woolgatherin'. Time to be getting to work, daylight was wasting, in the words of her grandpa. She pushed herself off the bed and thrust her feet into her boots, lacing them tight. Lots of plants to gather and make into medicines. The crisp morning air was cool and invigorating, bringing a wide smile to her face and a sparkle to her eye. It was a lovely morning. She watched the residents of the Home as she walked with strong strides towards the forest, greeting those who were likewise heading to their tasks.

The plants in the field brushed against her legs as she slipped through the rows. Squash plants here, bean plants there, oats there. A stand of cherry trees stood at the base of a hillside and she headed towards them, wanting to harvest some of the bark for cough syrups. A strange spot of color near the base of them was out of place, and she frowned, quickening her pace. A moment later she broke out into a dead run, dropping her basket and sprinting as she realized what she saw. It was a person, no, a woman, from the looks of it a bit younger then her own 35. Her fingers brushed over the young woman, checking for obvious injuries and finding a large purple bruise on the woman's head. No wonder she was unconscious.

A close look revealed this girl was in bad shape. She had to get help to bring her back without injuring her further. From the looks of things the petite one would be no trouble for Sierra's athletic form to handle, but she had to be moved carefully to avoid aggrevating any unknown injuries.

She stood up, racing back to the community's gate located on the other side of the field, her breath rasping in her throat. The two on duty, a young boy and an older girl took note of her, coming to a more alert status.

"I've got someone down on the edge of the field and they need help! Send someone for a litter and some people to carry it." Sierra snapped out the orders and turned on her heel, sprinting back to the unconscious girl who was beginning to ome out of it. "Easy....easy sugar, you had a bad fall." Sierra's voice was calm and soothing. "Easy there."

 

[esclave_PP]

Welcome inari!!! So great that you're here too! Wonderful intro!

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Excellent intro inari *S* and a good way to bring malcah into the story all at once.

In the western US near some mountains. Since The Night of the Falling Star and the subsiquent upheavals there's no way to tell exactly, but on the East side of the Rocky Mountains, not far from a new inland sea that's fresh water until near the new state wide delta emptying into the now much larger Gulf of Mexico between the new Mexican coast and the islands of Florida.

 

[silver_inari]

Welcome inari!!! So great that you're here too! Wonderful intro!

*blush* thanks....I hope people have patience to read through my long posts. I was trying to get some good background in on Sierra...I swear, I can't post anything significant in under five hundred words! *lol*

You know, I"m thinking this casting call thread should be where we discuss story plans and ideas and alerts, and have a separate thread for the story.

Phoenix? It's your thread dude....you do the honors of the first post and the rest of us can move our intro's over.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

That's what this will become when the story begins. PougeMahone asked to be head of security and waiting for his intro post to start the actual story inari.

 

[silver_inari]

That's what this will become when the story begins. PougeMahone asked to be head of security and waiting for his intro post to start the actual story inari.

Sweet....pogue writes some good pieces.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

S* I'm looking forward to writing with him for the first time inari.

If you think of anyone you'd like to invite to join us, male or female, do so please.

 

[Pywakit]

Yay! This is gonna be a cool thread; long posts are the best!

 

[PogueMahone]

Jon Mahor, head of the Home Guards

Hello,

Here's my character introduction. Thanks to PhoenixPrime for letting me join this thread and thanks to Inari for the compliment on my writing.

Jon Mahor is proud of the few men under his command, proud of them and the manner in which they perform the sacred duties handed down from Father Charlie. To protect the Home, sacrificing everything to ensure the community survives is the highest calling in Jon's mind. Since his family had first stumbled upon the small cabin many years ago, Jon has idolized Father Charlie and all the work he's done for the people in his care.

He was only a young child when his mother had led him and his two sisters into the secluded valley, starving and lost. His father's body had been left where it fell, shot down by raiders as he tried to protect his family. The image of his father's sacrifice had always stayed with Jon, fueling the fire of his hatred for outsiders. Those not of the Home endangered the Home and must be dealt with harshly.

Jon had been raised under the close tutelage of Father Charlie and had grown to love and fear the enigmatic leader of their community. His mother had become one of Father Charlie's favored companions after their arrival until the time when it was discovered that she had been hording food. Her punishment had been to be whipped publicly before being turned out of the Home. Hording food wasn't stealing from one person but from the whole community. Jon had been immensely proud when Father Charlie had chosen him to be the one to expel the thief that had once been his mother.

Jon believes in defending the Home above all else and would willingly give his life as long as the community would benefit from his sacrifice. His beliefs coupled with his abrupt manner gives the impression the Jon is a cruel sadistic man. While not normally a violent man he is exacting in what he expects of the men under his command and has been known to punish them publicly for the slightest of infractions.

 

[esclave_PP]

Welcome Pogue! I am looking forward to writing with you too! I think this has the makings of a great story! Can't wait to get started! Chomping at the bit here!

 

[Arioso]

For your approval:

Jean
Age on the Night of the Falling Star: 8
Age present day in The Home: 28
Role: Explorer/Scavenger
5'10" - 150 lbs - braided brown hair - green eyes - of sturdy frame and constitution, womanly rather than girlish


Jean chooses to keep to the margins of the community known as The Home, which made the occupation of explorer and scavenger naturally appealing to her. The fact that her parents survived for at least ten years after the disaster, raised her, and taught her how to live on their family farm left a great imprint on her beliefs as well as her skills. Both her mother and father told her stories about the world before the disaster, and their tone of voice grew sad as they tried to share with her what was lost....an imperfect system, they always said, but one that had some very precious attributes. When they lay dying of an epidemic that finally reached their remote farm, they warned her always to be on guard against the strong and powerful in this new world -- those who believed their power gave them the right to trample the weak.

That was both what led Jean to The Home...and what kept her wary about Father Charlie. Jean found her way to the community by canoeing down river and recognized that this was a place where every person would be valued so long as she or he contributed. No one was treated as disposable or unworthy of living unless they put the welfare of others at risk. Once the community accepted her, Jean worked hard for them and embraced their ways....all but the cult which elevated Charlie to the status of "he who speaks for the gods".

Jean's parents had drilled into her that all humans were just that -- human, and flawed. And that absolute power corrupts absolutely.

But she recognized the good that Father Charlie did as well, and made her peace with his role as leader when she'd experienced his own unique brand of wisdom and discipline personally. When she was 25, her lover -- a woman of 40, with wrinkles around her eyes that testified to her life's experience, and graying hairs that made her of little interest or appeal to others aside from Jean -- was struck down by a raiding party. Killed as a "useless old woman" by a band of marauders who sought to steal the load of salt she was bringing back to The Home. When Jean stole away from The Home seeking revenge, Charlie had her brought back, bound and screaming, and strung her up to whip her for foolishly risking her own life (and thus jeopardizing the community, which relied on all of its members). But Jean understood the real method behind his punishment when he halted the whipping and cut her down the instant that her shrieks of murderous rage turned to sobs. When her crazed anger was replaced with grief, he held her as she bawled like a braying donkey, soothing her sorrow and cleaning the very lashes he'd inflicted. Afterward, she understood that Father Charlie had beaten the anger out of her to prevent her from running off and getting herself killed.

And so Jean respected him, and abided by his will, even if she shied away from the cult of adoration and kept herself to the fringes of the community.

In the present, she scavenges and explores to serve the needs of The Home, and holds her fellow community members in deep affection, participates in any rituals that are mandated, but has always been seen as somewhat of an outsider.

 

[Drinking Cap]

I'll be joining the thread myself as one of Father' Charlies acolytes. here's the character.

Brother Stewart
Age: 22
Height: 6'7
Weight: 190lbs
dark blonde hair
blue eyes

Description: Tall and thin, Brother Stewart could only be thought to be physically imposing at a great distance. His beard and glasses frame his round, youthful face in a manner in which truly reveals the gentleness he exhibits on a daily basis

Bio: Stewart O'Brien was of the first few to come upon Father Charlies home. He was just a baby in his young mothers arms when the fall had occurred. Heroically, the single mother had traversed the savage world that now remained along with Stewart and had been lucky to happen upon the campground that Father Charlie was building into the community that would be their home. His mother was young and attractive and Charlie had eagerly taken her in as one of his first Scarlet Witches. Stewart grew up with Charlie often serving as a surrogate father. Teaching him in the ways of his religion. Educating him as to the proper ways of the world. Stewart is, as such, devoted to Father Charlie and his teachings as devoutly as anyone in the Home.

His sweet and good natured disposition makes him naturally opposed to violence, when it comes to the raiders on the outside or between members of the home but Stewart truly believes that Father Charlie acts with the will of the gods when he is doling out punishment to his Witches or any of the rule breakers. He'd often seen Charlie administer the punishment to his mother and Stewart couldn't help but feel pride every time. Pride that Charlie had chosen his mother and that his mother was being used to please the gods.

He's grown to adulthood in Charlies camp and it's the only life he's ever known. His devotion to Charlie and his teachings is unmatched and this is why Charlie has entrusted Stewart to teach the younger children. He instructs the children in the basics of education as well as the tenets of the faith. He's also become an adept gardener, growing many of the vegatables and herbs the Home needs. He considers both of these tasks a great honor, as he believes serving the needs of the Home and the will of Father Charlie to be the highest calling.

Although never given to violence or even harsh actions personally, Stewart would gladly do anything Charlie requests of him. He'd give his life for Charlie or the Home without hesitation.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Welcome to The Home Brother Stewart *S* and yet another excellent background/intro.

We're accumulating quite a cast of good writers/characters. I hope more choose to join us.

I'm off to write the first post which will describe what's currently happening within the confines of the settlement as the story opens.

When I've posted it feel free to begin to write. I'm open to suggestions in re backgrounds/intros. Shall we leave them in the Casting Call, which will now become where we'll OOC chat, or shall we move them to the storyline?
At first I thought to move them, but am not so sure now as newcomers posting theirs could break the flow of reading our tale. Thoughts and opinions my friends? I'll leave it up to a majority decision. Pretty democratic for one who speaks for the Gods, isn't it? *L

Here is where the story may be found. Please enjoy the tale or PM and join us. *S

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=11874677#post11874677

 

[esclave_PP]

I think that if the intro makes sense to post it. In my case it fits into the beginning of the story, at least I think so. If others disagree let me know. You can see the post here: https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=11875579#post11875579

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

That's logical malcah.

 

[esclave_PP]

thank you Master