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The RP-Haven Clan List

If you want your clan on the list, please comment with the name, short description, and any requirements of the clan. 

 

Some basic requirements for a clan to be added:

1. Be an RP clan to some extent

2. Must not be in clan probation (Check on the clan page in-game)

3. Has to have at least 2 active members

4. Must be recruiting.

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Hyle Troy's picture

No World for Old Bean Counters.

 

Four percent.”

 

Wesley Drayton had cleared his throat before speaking and felt compelled to clear it again as the cold stare coming from the other side of Mayor Hyle Troy’s desk increased the discomfort he felt. The Head of Accounts for Hope Springs watched as Mayor Troy’s right eyebrow raised. Drayton shuffled in the chair.

Joe Spivey's picture

Of Nannies and Nurses

It was early morning, that happy time just before the first patients of the day started to arrive. Dr. Tukiko Troy and Nurse Maisie were in the treatment room. It was especially happy because just for today, Tukiko would be entrusting the care of the Devil’s Own northern camp to another. This was to be a trial and Tuki was crossing everything that it would be a success.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 75)

Even before the cataclysmic event known as ‘The Fall’, military trucks had long been built along the lines of robustness, reliability and cost effectiveness. Comfort was never much of a factor back then and the intervening hundreds of years has done absolutely nothing to change this.

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Finding the lost. (part 3)

Taiyo sat listening to Canni breath.  It was deep and steady indicating she was in full REM sleep.  Something triggered a primal sense, causing Taiyo to open her eyes.  A tall, dark haired woman stood in the door.  Tayio was impressed with the woman’s skill, and noted to try to find out more about her and where she was trained.

Standing slowly and placing her hands behind her back, Taiyo addressed the stranger.  “Greetings. Please do not disturb the youth, as she need time to recover enough to be moved.  Please indicate if you mean harm or not to her.”

Joe Spivey's picture

Halloween fantasy (part 74)

Bodil and Victor left Lieutenant Hawthorn’s office some minutes later. They walked through the maze of busy corridors in silence for a few seconds before Victor spoke.

“I think that went quite well.”

Joe Spivey's picture

Halloween Fantasy (part 73)

“Sorry… What?”

Lieutenant Hawthorn stared across his cluttered desk at Victor and Professor Hill, not quite sure if they were pranking him or not.

Joe Spivey's picture

Halloween Fantasy (part 72)

There was already an air of despondency in the room when Ellie walked in, accompanied by a much recovered and way much happier Gregor. She sat, or maybe collapsed, into a one of the seats around the large table.

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Halloween Fantasy (part 71)

Arno had only ever spoken with her once before, just over a year ago in fact, on his first day after joining the Troy household as a fourteen-year-old and was being shown around by Claud, the major-domo. Of course, she hadn’t been called Miss Ellie then, she had been called Miss Kathryn.

Joe Spivey's picture

Who Is..?

A collaboration between Hyle & Joe to list all the created characters of our collective writings. We have created a circle of characters who interact and enrich our stories together, so this is a kind of Wiki to our world within FE.

Law Dogs's picture

Finding the lost. (Part 2)

Bubba was gone by the time Taiyo arrived.  The bike she rode was the first thing that stood out.  It was quite and sleek, an unusual thing in a world where loud and large were the norm.  The armor she wore hid her form behind shades of gold and yellow that matched the mask protecting her face as well as her bike.  

Canni’s bike was gone, presumably taken for repair by a local.  The trail was not hard to follow however after a little searching.  It led to the back of the dinner, where the remains of a meal were, then it led off into town.

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Finding the lost.

Bubba knelt by the bike and looked over the left side.  The smell coming off it was distinct and worried him.  He pressed his collar and waited for the click the indicated the connation was made.

"Taiyo, you need to get to Hope now.  This is reaching a critical point, and we can no longer wait for her to come to us.  Find her and do your magic."  Bubba ended the call knowing there would be no response.

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Worn (my first post)

The sun was bright, not a single cloud in the sky.  In the distance birds could be heard chirping, it was warm, comfortable, almost dreamlike…

 

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Little Girl Lost - The Tell Tale Heart

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I hears the music playin' but it sounds so far away, mostly I feels it's beat..

Ka-thump ... Ka-thump ...Ka-thump..

 

No wait, that aint the music...

It's my heart beating so hard it hurts the inside of my chest..

an the outside of me is burnin' like fire.

Ka-thump Ka-thump Ka-thump

 

Rayven's picture

Startled awake

The hot desert blew sand into the multiple cuts and abrasions across her body.  As she hung from the makeshift cross, she tried to relax and let Death’s comforting embrace take her to Oblivion.

She was hunting and had been caught by surprise by a patrol.  A basic mistake she would be sure not to allow again.  They decided to “Make an example” of her.  The beating took several hours before the darkness took her.  She woke suspended by her wrists in her current state.  That was several days ago.

Hyle Troy's picture

Deadlines

 

 

It was quite late by the time Hyle got home. It had been a difficult day.

Firstly the promised delivery date for the school chairs was not going to be met by the supplier and it had taken two hours of constant demanding and a certain amount of animated discussion, lots of which were in Danish, and so spared the blushes of the manager at Oglethorpe Carpentry.

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Love, Hope, Joy, And a Sunday Morning

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I love Sunday morning. Joe’s day off and he gets to look after Anni...”

 

Slija stretched like cat on a warm windowsill.

Joe Spivey's picture

Joe's New Portrait

Joe had been standing by the curtains like an anxious teenager waiting for the postman. Now, whether this was for a letter from some girlfriend or the results from the clap clinic didn't matter because Joe's teenage years were a long way behind him. But the level of anxiety/nervous expectancy was about the same, which is the point.

Joe Spivey's picture

This Morning in Hope Springs

‘I remember the butterflies. I remember YOU.’

He looked at the words he had just written, the latest that now covered several pages of the old notebook he kept in his toolbox.

Hellbilly's picture

A quite sunset

Bubba sighed as he stepped out on the porch to the Law Dogs office.  Sitting on the step he places two cans of Cherry Soda, and a plate with 4 cookies on it on the top step.  He opens one can taking a sip as he looks up to the roof.  Shrugging he puts the can down, placing the other at arm’s length.

Pulling the strange looking pack from over his shoulder, he opens the brass latches around the edge and lifts the lid.  The polished wooden object within, brings a slight grin to his face.  “Been a while, she did love hearing you.” He mutters to no one.

Silja Henningsdottir's picture

A Gentle Reminder

Silja tapped on Joe's study door. She figures she had waited long enough. Too soon and Joe would be immersed in the various paperwork and mails or updating his ledger. again.

To late and Joe's stomach would be grumbling, anticipating dinner with Kirsten and Anneka. 

So just before Silja returned to her room for a break while the family ate together. Just at the time she knew Joe would be reclining on one of the chesterfields, Malt scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other. Silja tapped.

 

Hellbilly's picture

The hand of fate

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“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?!  LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!”  The slimy little man shouted for the 5th time.  He had woken in the dark cell, and immediately started demanding to be released.  After a few more rounds of shouting, Bubba walked into the holding area.  They had rebuilt it up to have a general pen, and two solitary cells.

Bubba stopped and sipped from the cup in his hand and waited for the stream of obscenities to stop.  He smirked thinking that for such a little man he could make a lot of noise.  When he finally stop to breath, Bubba spoke.  

Hellbilly's picture

Hospitalty

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Bubba stood a bit back, staring out the window.  His latest “guest” was still raging in the back, but his focus was out the window.  Standing at the corner of the building across the street and man was in the shadows of the alley.  He was dressed in dark clothing, and had pale oily skin.  He was what you pictured when someone said “Creepy”.  

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This Woman's Work Part 5

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Ordinarily the long, ruined stretch of road between New Flagstaff and Hope Springs annoyed Shadow to

Engel's picture

The story of Quicksand, the snake-charmer

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Oilville, outskirts

Joe Spivey's picture

Nine (part 14)

Normally, the caterers at such events got to take home anything left over. That wasn't going to happen today. It took the four orphans of the apocalypse, ably aided and abetted by a very eager four-year-old, less than twenty minutes to reduce the carefully crafted party food to crumbs and the caterers to tears.

Reavy's picture

Alone in the dark

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Reavy woke up in complete darkness. How long has she been here? Hours, days, weeks perhaps. Her whole body was sore and her mind was a misty haze. All she remembered were torn pieces of something

that felt like a dream. Unable to even remember who she was, she tried to move just to realize her hands are chained quite high to the wall. Hours passed as she sat there in darkness, her memories slowly

coming back in pieces. Soldiers, a weapon, familiar faces cropped up in her mind that gave her the feeling of belonging somewhere.

 

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